Mr. Calvin was toasty as a weenie in a bun. He slept curled up behind me on the couch and I was under two wool blankets and my Slanket. He'll have nothing to do with sweaters, which is unfortunate because his little chest is bare and he gets cold in the winter.
Since we all slept in the living room, there was a melodic symphony of alternating snores throughout the night. I much prefer my own bedroom.
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.