Bea and George after a filling Moontime lunch. Yum!!
More recently we have been subject to a punishing cold snap - thanks to Canada. Blame Canada!
At any rate, during what was perhaps our coldest morning, as in minus 3 Fairenheit, we had a malfunction with our second car and George needed a lift to work. Which would be no prob if he went to work at 9 am, but he in fact leaves the house at 4:15 a.m. So with little to no warning, Skeets and I were forced to haul our asses out of our toasty beds and drive Fashja to work. Ugh. Oliver kept my bed warm. Bea was good sport, on the way home I hi-jacked an espresso stand that had not officially opened and treated us to hot chocolate. Bea decided the day had started, no reason to go back to bed, so we hung out downstairs under down blankets watching PBS kids. Not a bad way to beat the cold afterall. See first picture above. I couldn't get it to move down here. I forgot just how f*cking aggravating the formatting can be on this blog.
On that happy note - hopefully I'll be posting again before 2009.