Good golly Miss Molly, we're pushing into the upper 70s today, so the pre-Christmas cold snaps we recently enjoyed are history. Boo-hiss-thumbs down! I'm gonna be really bummed if I can't enjoy wearing more of my festive sweaters over the course of the next week.
I've got a feeling this holiday will be reminiscent of the ones I recall when I was a kid. You know what I'm talking about, Texas folks. The ones where santa came through with a bike and you took it for a spin while wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The Christmases when your parents had to crank up the air conditioner because no one wanted to eat their holiday meal while sweating. Years when the only blaze you gathered around for the holidays was dad burning trash in an old oil barrel out behind the house rather than in the fireplace.
In anticipation of cooler weather, I bought our cairn girl Pepper a new heated throw for her dog bed. Finn, our human teen-aged cairn, prefers snuggling down on the bed with us when it's chilly. As for the CPA daughter's chorkie, he's always wanting a spot in the nearest lap when we're asked to dogsit him. The husband's lap is where he prefers to spend most evenings, especially when there's a lap blanket involved.
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