Overheating thermo-nuclear radiation station

Yup, I'm hot. 

Winter has arrived... and it cannot get cold enough for me.  In Summer, Mr Stubbles plied me with ice-lollies to cool me down and quell the 24-hour-a-day sickness, and I don't even like ice in my drinks.

Now, members of my household are complaining that I'm not wearing a jersey, have the fan on in the bedroom, am not covering myself under the duvet, and driving with the AC on. I think they'e exaggerating. After all, the air-conditioner is on low and they are wearing jerseys, so what's the problem? The other day, Mr Stubbles called me an "overheating thermo-nuclear radiation station". I think it has a nice ring to it, it goes with my melt-downs.

In my defense, just like Olav, I like warm hugs... well, I give warm hugs. Maybe I'm the person to sit next to this Winter.

I was rather overjoyed today, when we had a smattering of rain and a bit of a breeze. I could put clothes on and almost feel human at the same time.

Speaking of putting clothes on, and keeping warm... 

Mr Stubbles and I are making progress in the preparing for Bean process. Mr Stubbles was asking about swaddling a baby the other day, so we got out the blanket and bunny and gave him a quick lesson. I have to give him credit, he is a quick study. I suppose the fun will really start when we have to swaddle a busy, squirmy bundle of baby Bean.