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verbicideThe one benefit of this arctic climate is that Hobbes remembers that I am a walking, talking space heater and instead of eyeing me aloofly, commences his Attack of Loooove. Which means a lot of bedtime snuggling. Which is a good thing. Except that it makes me never want to leave the bed. Hrm. Add some chocolate and I may never need the services of a man again.
