…zipping the liner in and out of the jacket every fifteen minutes as the weather changes. Snow. Fifty-five degrees. Hard frost in the morning, sixty at noon.
…Christmas-themed category romances. YES YES YES!!! This time every year it’s as though I’ve died and gone to reader heaven.
…watching the husband peruse weather reports, watching for enough snow to merit opening the snowmobile gates, and laughing at him when it’s sixty degrees.
…toy commercials and the commencement of the I WANT THAT, I WANT THAT, and I WANT THAT, TOO! The Short Kid is the poster child for advertisements.
…trying to convince the family pizza for Thanksgiving would be quirky and fun.
…trying on last year’s boots and finding the matches to the 9834 gloves in the basket. Here at Casa Stacey, it’s inexplicably the left hands that most often go missing.
…trying to pry out of the Tall Kid what he’d like for Christmas. While the Short Kid can fill a notebook in less than three hours, the Tall Kid struggles to come up with a long enough list to cover everybody who’ll ask me what he wants.