Friday, December 25, 2015
just pretend the house isn't 20 feet away
After all the build up, the day finally arrived. But enough about Star Wars...
We did survive another night of We're-Not-Homeless Appreciation. It seems to get easier every year.
We bedded down last night once Magnum got a cozy fire going in the tent stove. In fact, it was downright HOT in there for a while. Temperatures outside got down into the low 20s, but we stayed pretty comfy in our survival sleeping bags. And yes, I wore double leggings, under the warmups!
China and Napolion came out for a while as we got ourselves situated, but then seemed to do a collective "You guys are stupid!", then headed back indoors.
I remember waking up once during the night after the fire had died out, and it was noticeably chilly. I just mummified myself further. Meego had a similar experience.
"I woke up and the fire was out. There was drool frozen to my face..."
Chaco's not keen on having pics snapped of him upon waking from hibernation...
I've got stuff cooking now, in the comfort of our real house. Chaco and Wolfgang brought sweet corn muffins last night - well, the mix anyway. I baked and Chaco made the "Honey Butter Topping". They're all gone now. We did some game night, and somehow the muffins disappeared. Extra layer of fat for warmth?
And that's pretty much our Christmas. Eat, freeze, eat some more. A few gifts thrown in. All good.
Merry Christmas, blog people!