Mmmm, oranges.

I love the wintertime. The snow (except when it turns to ice and I almost can't get my car away from the curb of mini-death next to Telima & Tyler's house), the early dark (sooo nice for Christmas lights. After Christmas the early dark is just lame, though), the yummy apples and oranges, hot cocoa and cider...

Okay, anyway. I don't like that my front room becomes significant chillier, but I suppose if I were to buy actual curtains that might fix things. And I don't like that I've only gotten to the last level in the geography game once, and it's full of precious locations like the something-something islands of Norway, which are, guess what? NOT near Norway, but rather next to Antarctica. But I do know were Brunei is now, finally.

That last one doesn't have anything to do with winter. Although both Norway and Antarctica are cold and dark sometimes.

And I am desolate, Jen, that Erica doesn't like spaghetti. Although that is somewhat un-American, she's still so darn cute we'll keep her.