This is my sweet little bush baby. He fell asleep in the car yesterday so I put him down for his nap with his winter coat on. As some point in the nap, his hood ended up on his head and he woke up with this blond bush.
It was 19* when the boys left this morning for the bus. Cold, very cold. I was remembering back when I was a Sophomore at BYU. We lived in a basement apartment that was
very very cold. We would wake up in the morning and grab cereal and hot cocoa and get back in bed to eat them. When we were done with our cocoa we would put our hot mug inside our shirts. Our hot mugs were
very very warm. They felt
very very good. It may have occurred to us that putting a mug inside our shirts was weird, but I don't remember caring. At I cared about was being warm. I would then put on my makeup and try and get dressed, all inside my warm bed. Why oh why didn't I go to college in Hawaii or Tahiti or Jamaica? Then I could have met a nice island boy and we could have lived in warmth forever more! ps. I
love you Stick
even if you like the cold.
