My husband and I are decked out in our Santa hats. He’s in Patriots red, white and blue because The Game is on the big screen. I have to raise my voice to be heard, but that’s okay. I’ve had my way with BubbleGum all morning. Try! and Continuum continuously. We’re both humming “Gravity” under our breath. We’re twins – We’re wearing the Santa hats, sporting the holiday cheer, not because I’ve been a Christmas freak this entire weekend, but because I refuse to turn on the heat. How ironic. I spend time writing out my holiday card list while thinking warm thoughts, but I won’t turn crank the thermostat. I bought more gifts this afternoon – Dane, Ruby and Mom all got a little something more – but I’m being miserly with the oil. What gives? I blame it on the way I was raised. Really. I can hear my parents now, “Cold? Put on a sweater. Where are your slippers? Have some tea.” I am my mother’s daughter for sure.
Happy Birthday.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Growing up with a woodstove … I’m very familiar with the “put on a sweater” mentality of winter heating. I’m all about sweaters and hot chocolate during the winter months!
mmm…hot chocolate. It must be a Maine thing.
her birthday is sandwiched in between my brother chris and my sister liz’s birthday. i hope she had a great birthday!! i am my mother’s daughter too 🙂