Well, the weather outside has been frightful. And alas, we have no fire inside that's delightful. Instead of snow, the weather has been full of dreary (and very cold!) rain. The grey days make me unwilling to get out of bed in the morning. And the cold has me dreading bedtime because of my iceblock feet. Crawling into bed the other night, I was shivering and realized I had to trade out the summer jammies for winter ones (the awesome kiss mark ones that Ma and Kim sent me for Christmas/Birthday last year!). So clothed from head to toe in kisses and long winter jammy jams, I snuggled back into bed with Scooter. But my feet were still so cold and I was still shivering! It reminded me that I didn't have my feet warmer....Jerry! When we're in bed he'll always put his big warm feets on my cold ones to warm me up. It's a small thing and a silly thing, but it's something I love about him. My feet are seriously cold and I don't know how willing I'd be to touch something that cold if I didn't have to! But despite my nightly warnings that my feet are freezing and he better stay far far away from them, he always warms up my toesies, sacrificing his own comfort. If that doesn't say love, I don't know what does.
Well, with no Jerry I was forced to try some other methods to get warm. The first was a no-brainer yet it somehow didn't even occur to me when the temperature first started to dip: turn on the heater! Even with the heater on, the toes weren't feeling it and I had to resort to slipper socks in bed. I hate wearing socks in bed!! Then, I found the best trick of all. I readjusted my position in the bed, forcing Scooter to readjust as well. When he moved, he left a wonderful warm spot on the bed that I quickly moved into! If I ever had any doubts, Scooter has proven himself! (And of course there have never been any doubts about the Scooter-bug!)
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