I did go pick her up though...

I woke up crying this morning.  When I took Chelsea outside we were greeted with icy cold wind, blowing so hard that after she ran out, quickly did her business, and decided to saunter back to me...it blew her over.  Over, as in onto her side.  She laid there for a second with her head lifted up looking around for whomever must have pushed her.  I'm not crying anymore because funny.   Bad Chelsea Mommy.

It's cold, y'all.  I know many of you are smirking in my direction while you deal with negative temps and freezer sized wind chill, but I'm southern.  Unless there is snow on the ground the temps shouldn't fall below 60.  Because no.  It is 30 degrees outside right now, which means it is about 35 degrees in my unheated Florida Room Studio, which means that unless I plan on introducing body parts directly to the flame on purpose there will be no torching going on today.

If anyone needs me, I'll be right here~

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