By all accounts my boys need to be kept nice and cool to operate at their optimal best.
Well, if that is the case, these guys must be moving like Ian Thorpe after colonic irrigation using red bull.
It is absolutely nut shatteringly freezing here in Holland at the moment. Tipping -4 (25F or so) on occasion between now and the end of the week. But you know what? I LOVE the cold.
A jaunty scarf and off I go. There's something lovely and clean about frosty weather, invigorating!
Although admittedly, I think my love of the freezing weather stems from seeing Dutch people fall on their arses more frequently than normal.
Other than that I have zero news, my pale backside has been up and down all weekend like a fiddler's elbow in our be-babyfying quest, ET has lost the use of her legs due to adverse blood flow from having her bum elevated for so long afterwards.
Gravity sucks, apparently.
Blog world is awash with tales of impending doom and in-law visits so I'll hold off on my own personal misery story for a day or two. A week with the in-laws lies ahead, with D-day slap bang in the middle of it. I'm anticipating something as follows....
In-Law - "Isn't it about time you two started giving us grandchildren?"
Me (mentally) - "Do you f%$*ing think so?, well now why didn't I think of that"
Me (literally) - "Ah well, there's plenty of time for that, we're really busy with work and the new house and everything"
Me (mentally) - "Meh... and a merry f*&%ing Christmas to you too"