And ended with a 9. Here in the Valley of the Sun, we call that cold.
I like cold.
I unearthed my brown pea coat that sat woefully at the bottom of the Winter Box. (And happy is what I was when I could button it.)
I did not forget my hat. Because My Man really likes it when I wear hats. And I really like it when he likes it when I wear hats.
Then I went out to buy more milk chocolate chips. When I got back, I pranced around the kitchen and made Grandma Day fudge. Because one can only read DeNae's Ode to Fudge month so much without spontaneous fudge-making. I'm only human.
I was trying to get My Man to regret the fact that he had to read 300 pages on "Deferring Loss or Gain upon Incorporation." That means taxes and stuff.
I think I succeeded. He regrets it. Especially when I licked the spoon suggestively.
I'm a toiling wife.