Anniversary redux

For those of you who were wondering what we did to celebrate our anniversary, wonder no more.

I had actually agreed some time ago to play the piano for the Ladies' Christmas Tea at church, and it just happened to fall on our anniversary. Wouldn't have been a problem, really, except that I also had a splitting headache and was feeling rather irritable. I came home and went to sleep. AFTER I got warm, that is. It's so stinkin' cold here that I can hardly stand to get out from underneath the quilts and blankets. Coming out of the shower is an exercise in Olympic shivering. I usually have to get BACK under the covers to warm up before I can even stand to put clothes on.

Anyway, we both said happy anniversary to one another, and that was enough. That, and he let me put my cold feet up against his backside so I could go to sleep. Now THAT's love, because my feet are somehow mysteriously thermally linked to the outdoor temperature and it's like single digits outside and there's a ton of perma-snow blanketing the ground. It could be toasty in the house and I'd still have cold feet. When I put them up against him, he usually makes the comment that he has a hard time believing that something THAT cold could actually be alive.

And now, it's once again time to snuggle back under the quilts and hug Sherman the Teddy Bear... tomorrow's a humongous day and there won't be an opportunity for the usual Sunday afternoon snooze.

Nighty-night, y'all.