Addie
Chef Extraordinaire
Yesterday my youngest son Poo called me and asked what do I want for Christmas. I couldn't think of one thing. I am trying to get my house cleaned out of stuff I never use. Then it came to me after he hung up. Of course.
Ever since I had the Norovirus I have become a fanatic about washing my hands and counter tops. I hate to wear a sweater in the house. My hands are always in water. Now the other day, no matter how high I pushed up the heat, I was freezing. I got out a lap blanket I used during my wheelchair days. Threw it over my shoulders and kept it together with an Acco clip. Those black clips you use in the office to clip a bunch of papers together.
Aha! I want a shawl to wear around the house for those days I can never get warm enough. Good grief. All I need now is a rocking chair and a night cap for my head. I hate to keep pushing the heat up because then when Spike comes over it is like he is walking into an oven. And he hates the heat. Loves winter.
So what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?
Ever since I had the Norovirus I have become a fanatic about washing my hands and counter tops. I hate to wear a sweater in the house. My hands are always in water. Now the other day, no matter how high I pushed up the heat, I was freezing. I got out a lap blanket I used during my wheelchair days. Threw it over my shoulders and kept it together with an Acco clip. Those black clips you use in the office to clip a bunch of papers together.
Aha! I want a shawl to wear around the house for those days I can never get warm enough. Good grief. All I need now is a rocking chair and a night cap for my head. I hate to keep pushing the heat up because then when Spike comes over it is like he is walking into an oven. And he hates the heat. Loves winter.
So what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?