It's cold. The floors are cold. The house is cold. My feet are cold.
Just in time for Halloween.
I'd like to say I'm wearing a costume this year, but alas, I'm not. There's just something about lugging around a belly the size of an over inflated volley ball that doesn't inspire me. Maybe I'll just wear a hat. Coincidentally, Mabel feels the same way. She doesn't care for costumes, or hats for that matter. She prefers to let her burgeoning belly hang loose and unencumbered. I think she's pretty savvy.
I've bought candy.
We've got a fireplace.
And we might watch this...