I'm not really whining.  I think it's cool that it's colder than a half gallon of Blue Bell out there! I can take the cold bamboo floors, letting the faucets drip, the drafty fans above the toilets, and the fact that every time we have to open the front door, it totally undoes the work I've put in to keeping the house warm. What I can't handle is the cold little feet that wake me up out of a great, warm sleep, because Hawk thinks it's funny to raise the back of my shirt to keep his feet warm on…
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