It's SO COLD! (and a couple other random thoughts.)

I am not usually phased by the cold, but today I can't seem to get warm. It probably doesn't help that I am sitting on the floor with the coffee table pulled up to my chest, but it's comfy down here. I'm not sure it's a trade off for being chilled to the bone, but I haven't gotten up yet so that's something.

Earlier today Quinn wanted to go outside. He has just started making requests, asking for things, so we took him and it's an ice cube out there. We went for a walk around the (very small) block and had to cut it short because we were chattering in our teeth area.  He was clueless. He is never bothered by being too warm or too cold. I'm sure he'll grow out of it though. Mark gets cold too easy and I get hot too easy. Our temperatures will never mesh, so I'm curious which Quinn will be.

So later today we're going to my in-laws to celebrate Nana's 91st birthday.  She doesn't want us to mention her age. I guess I wouldn't either.  But 91! And she's not just an average 91 year old. She still lives alone, is sharper than a tack, still grocery shops for herself, etc...  It's really impressive. I have never known a 91 year old that is in as good a mental and, really, physical shape as she is.  She gets tired easy and is a little unsteady on her feet sometimes, but let's face it, so am I. I require more sleep than most people, so Mark tells me.

Nana said no presents! Right. I bought her one of those coffee cups that you can write or draw on. I had the idea to take it tonight and have everyone write a happy birthday wish, but Mark vetoed that idea.  So I drew two birds with hearts and a few cherry blossoms. It turned out better than I thought it would.  I become so anxiety ridden when I make people things. Some of my in-law family doesn't really care for me, so as soon as I start thinking about creating a gift I imagine they will laugh and point behind my back and say how kindergarten it looks and how ridiculous and stupid I am for trying to give whatever it is as a gift.  Mark says I am imaging things, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.

We'll see. I'll report back how she liked it (or said she liked it, she's too nice to tell me it's crappy.)  And I'll post a picture or two. I haven't "cooked" it yet. It said to wait an hour so it's not quite finished yet.