I'm cold. Really, really cold. The tips of my fingers are cold. The tip of my nose is cold. My giant mug of tea grows cold before I can drink even half. In the mid-fall the cold seems to seep into my very bones and stay there until I am thawed by the first warmer breezes of Spring...so in Seattle that means I'm cold from mid-October to late March. Hibernation sure sounds nice. Crackling fires sound too good to be true. I could cry for want of a warm bath in the evenings. *Sigh*
Aren't these little gloves cute?
06 November 2007
Brrrrr.
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mmmm. A crackling fire does sound nice.
You know what I hate about the cold? Dry hands! BLECK!
I like those mittens. Are they from UO?
Sharp mind, Bridge. They are indeed. At first I thought they were raccoons but...maybe foxes? Or, ohhh...wolverines?
maybe red pandas?
I think they have owl ones, too.
http://general.sc35.info/artlists/redpanda.jpg
Sissy.
BBC, you're so smart! You found the exact creature. And I do believe you are correct about the owls.
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