Tomorrow’s it. Tomorrow’s high is 71 degrees. And then we’re down into the 40s. Yikes. Actually, when I read that forecast out loud a moment ago, with a tone of horror in my own voice, Ashby practically yelled, “Sweet!” He’s the most warm-natured person I’ve ever met. With the possible exception of the 9yo and her dad. Really, it’s a close call between the 3 of them.
It’s hard to say right now about the 3yo. He thinks it’s fun to put a coat on, except when he doesn’t. I guess he hasn’t chosen his team — coats or no coats — yet.
Me? I’ll be at the park for a nice walk in the morning before the rain comes in, and then I’ll be back home turning up the heat and getting out all the fleece blankets. [Haha, I'm kidding. I got the fleece blankets out two weeks ago.]
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Me, too, Laura. Once I hit 40, my internal temperature gauge just went haywire. I’m cold all the time now….brrrr.
People tell me this will change soon, and then I’ll be hot all the time.
I’d settle for a nice happy medium….