...every time I sit down to write--a blog, a letter, an inscription on a book. But it just doesn't happen that way.
Especially when I'm cold. It's 18 degrees outside and starting to snow (again, I'm sorry, Laura, we're really not trying to steal your snow--you're welcome to it!). It makes me even colder to think that it's warmer now than it will be for the next few days. Brrrr...shiver...brrrr...
I am starting to warm up though because I bought an electric fireplace for our bedroom last night. My mother-in-law had the idea when they were here for Sunday dinner, and when I went to Home Depot yesterday they were all half price! This one is mahogany and granite, and has a remote so I can turn it on and off while I lay in bed. How cool is that?!
Toben says it's like a really big (and really heavy--ugh, getting it up the stairs nearly killed us last night!) space heater with fancy lights in it. True, but much more romantic in person. He's been after me all day to get the thing decorated, but instead I did laundry (my washing machine is fixed--hallelujah!) and took down Christmas from the girls' rooms. I'm excited to make the fireplace even more beautiful than it is all alone, and will post some pictures when I get it done this weekend!