the gods of fabric

[verbicide]

Polar fleece pants are the most worshipful creation in the known universe.

Coming home and diving into them at the end of the day makes winter survivable! Which speaking of, holy fuck it's cold. And dark. And omg cold. Did I mention the bone chilling sub-artic weather. (Shut up everyone East of GetsColderThanWhereIAm.)

I've started to remember long sleeved shirts and jackets. I got my gloves out today, but left them on the bed. That was useful.

I was too lazy to go get tacos even though I NEEDED THEM. So I will politely eat my leftovers and watch the joy of Wednesday night tv. (Pushing Daisies, whoop!)

Hobbsie is also not impressed with the weather or my skinflinty-60-degrees-is-plenty-warm ways!

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I appreciate your restraint (I still refuse to acknowledge that there exists a temperature that is called FORTY BELOW!).

I ended up reading by the fire with my kitty and saved the Lee Pace hotness for tonight. I can't wait! Why, why is there such cuteness? WHY??