Mom & I just finished kicking some Wood bootie at Canasta, twice over. Mr. Chrisman just sat and watched (he's not much of a "game" player, let alone cards) after wandering around and letting our fire die.
Now I'm laying in my "bed", trying to re-heat my body, since Colin won't let us have a fire again until after dinner. We're having chorizos and/or sausages that are cooked on charcoaly embers, and the fire just makes that difficult and smokey. There are only 4 chorizos... and 5 of us. So I'm going to act graciously and leave the chorizo eating to everyone else, especially after the 3 I ate on Thursday (and another Friday morning.)
Oooo, and we get to eat oodles of nummy pesto noodles too. Mom was just asking if she should heat some of them up since we all think it's so cold. I could go either way (cold or hot,) noodles are the bomb both ways.
Either I've turned into a wuss, or we came here at a much warmer time of year long ago. I remember hanging out in the lake, swimming all day long, and eventually even burning my bum. I'm sure Sara would recollect the same (well her lips were what she burnt, not her bottom.) I certainly don't have memories of wearing my hood all day long, freezing my toes off in thongs, or needing a kazillion layers of bedding!
Alas, this is what I'm experiencing. We all know, nothing's worse than having a cold nose... They just don't make anything for that! I had to sleep with my covers over my head the first night. You don't even want to know what my hair looks like at this point. Thank God for purple bandanas!
