7:30 a.m. and -28*; 61* in the house (hey, we just getting up around here.) The high for the day was 6* and the low -29. I don't remember any time as an adult that it was colder than this.
"Das pink boots" of the legendary boots my kids at school all dig.
We had some excitement around here this a.m. Mr. Hugh received a Chevy Silverado remote control truck for Xmas. He loves it. I'm not sure exactly how the dog feels about it - he yaps and yaps and yaps at the thing and runs from it, but then he chases it and yaps some more:
I know it's in Murphy's genetics to catch things that are straying, and here he actually manged to grab the truck by a wheel to tip it over and corral it. He's good!
So, why is it like my birthday? Two reasons: blog friends and Facebook.
1. I was approached by a reader/fellow WW/fellow blogger about doing a clothing exchange of sorts. Well, I don't have anything I've "outgrown" as yet that I'm willing to part with, but Sheila from WA does. She sent me a big-big box of stuff to wear at my new size. Holy Schnikeys!
This picture doesn't even begin to reveal the depth of treasures found in this box. I've been blessed by the clothes fairy. I mean that - B.L.E.S.S.E.D. I can't wait to try stuff on and look all spiffy. I am honored. I also need to pay it forward, so when the time comes for me to deliver myself of my size 26 clothes, I'll be looking for a recipient.

