The Igloo

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I ended up waking up in a friggin' igloo. We were celebrating the nice, cool weather last night, jumping up and down since the long, hot summer was finally over and threw open all of the windows to air the place out. But this morning when the dog stuck his nose in my leg and I crawled out of bed, I froze. I cursed the fortunate animal because of all of his glorious fur, while I (never one of those robe and slippers gals) still have my warm, comfy sweatwhirts stuffed way back behind the summer clothes in the closet. I let Sully out and jumped back into bed, dreaming of summer.