Six more weeks of winter, people. Or six weeks until spring, depending on how you look at it. Things are dire, no two ways about it. Last night I actually slept in my Pepto-Bismo pink Snuggie beneath all the blankets on my bed. I didn't overheat until 2:30 in the morning--things are cold. The warmest place I've found is the wrestling room where Mr. T goes a couple times a week--I'm almost willing to overlook the smell, the heat up there feels that good.
Why it's so cold that Mr. B is trying to grow a beard and a mustache to keep his face warm when he goes outside.
A bright spot this winter are the birdfeeders behind our back patio. The budgie birds adore our feeders and we even get visits from some cardinals and woodpeckers. I sit with my binoculars and bird book watching them. Endless fun. They're so entertaining that I don't even mind trudging out every Saturday to refill the feeders.
They're bravely coming up to the patio lately. Hop hop hop they jump around and peck at the ground all fat and feathered.
I want to pick them up in my hands and bring their plump little budgie bodies in the house...but then Violet would make a quick snack out of them.
As if budgie birds weren't adorable enough to take the sting out of February, I did find this, too!