|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|It's about 57 degrees outside with a windchill factor of minus 25. I know this because my door is standing wide open. Wide open on this tornado force winds day. My door has been standing open since about 8:45 a.m. when the painters came to paint it. I'm wearing my flannel pj's with a sweatshirt over them (I've had the sweatshirt on since 2 a.m. because I'm too cheap to crank up the heat, even on a day like this one). I woke up at 2 a.m. when the wind knocked my 8 foot tall Scheffalera (sp? I don't care) over on the balcony. Poor thing. It always takes the brunt of the weather.
It's cold in here!
I decided at 9 a.m. to bake a mince meat pie. It's cold, but the house smells of Christmas.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|