He Ain't Here Yet, But It Sure Feels Like It

old man winter is not officially here and it's not like it's been that horridly cold . . . yet. but damn, it sucks getting up when it's still pitch black and waiting for the hot water for stepping into the shower. i hate, hate, hate being cold. which probably begs the question, "why then, oh princess superstar, do you still live in the nation's breadbasket?" that's another story for another time dear readers.

i swear i have no idea of how the early settlers made it. no plumbing, electricity, refrigerators, diet coke--damn, how did they do it? guess it would be best not to start on how life without central air-conditioning seems impossible. oh well, plenty of time before i have to pull that out of the closet. in the meantime, i'll just snuggle under the blankies and try to keep my tootsies warm. jeez, did i just type tootsies?