Not as Long Lasting as a Rock Heart, But I Love Them Just the Same
© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where I suppose it's fitting that the first day of winter is our coldest yet, but I still have trouble with forecasts of '1 degree' and 'wind chills as cold as 15 below.' Earlier this evening I changed from my boots into my slippers, which I usually tuck next to the woodstove but had left by the side of the bed this morning in a rush to answer the ringing phone. As one of them made a sort of sucking sound and seemed to be stuck when I picked it up, I thought of the water I'd accidentally spilled from my glass in the wee hours of the morning. My slipper was frozen to the floor. Just don't tell my California foodie mom—she's arriving tomorrow for a holiday visit (packing custom-filled boxes of See's Candy and limes from her tree of course), and I don't know if she can handle that kind of cold. There's nothing like vacationing in an uninsulated Missouri shack.