You know how you wake up in the morning sometimes, and you are filled with dread, because you have so much that needs to be done, and you know, in your heart of hearts, that you have you have as much chance of getting everything done as a butter pat in hades?
Suddenly, I feel very Southern.
Come on, say it with me, "Butta pat in Hay-dees."
Well, y'all, that's how Ah'm a-feelin' tuhday.
Ah'll try tuh keep frum writin' with muh Suth'n accent, 'cause it's just the teensiest bit distractin'.
That, and I haven't watched Paula Deen for a while, and so I might be a little off on my Southern drawl, y'all.
Well. Because it's Trading Treats Tuesday, I am not going to dwell on my impossible day. Nor am I going to dream the impossible dream. I am going to find something of Good Report and I'm going to look on the brighter side of things. By george.
So, today, I want to celebrate: A Nice Warm Car.
Not only do I love my seat heaters, but a nice warm car can be a glorious thing in the middle of summer, too.
You know how sometimes when you go on a lunch date with your husband (a treat in-and-of-itself) and you are sitting in the restaraunt -- FREEZING -- and secretly wishing you had brought a sweater, or even a parka, even though you would look ridiculous, but you are just so cold that it sounds very, very tempting?
Finally, the waiter brings the check, your husband pays, and at last you are released from your sub-zero experience and you go out and sit in your hot-like-its-been-sitting-in-the-sun-for-2-hours-in-the-middle-of-July car-with-a-black-leather-interior! Ahhhh, warmth. To feel the sun once again. And to feel your toes, and the tip of your nose.
I love that.
What're y'all luvin' tuh-day?
snowman picture by david wheeldon