I went outside yesterday to play with the pup and was disenchanted with the weather. It is January. I am pregnant. I have an insatiable lust for all things cozy. Thus, I have to ask - where the hell is the winter weather? Sixty degrees in January is just unfair.

I want gray days. I want frigid temperatures. I want threats of snomaggeden.

Instead I wake up in the middle of the night, kicking my covers off, cursing Mike for turning on the heat.

In other news, I’m experiencing some serious nesting. I toggle between wanting to lay curled up with my animals all day and experiencing bouts of energy, wanting to redecorate every corner of my house.

I also spent Saturday shaving my sectional sofa. It was covered in little lint balls, which were driving me absolutely. positively. insane. And then, I spent all of Saturday shaving my sofa (with my own razor, mind you) in my bathrobe and slippers. It wasn’t until I saw Mike laughing at me that I realized how crazy I had gotten.

But, who cares. Because Betty loves it!

Ari has been renamed. She now only responds to The Food Lion.

She’s a good watch dog.