Snalbert had a better idea. He wore his furry slippers and napped all day:
Wendy uses her massive tail to keep warm:
Possum prefers to tuck himself into a luxurious cave of down, flannel, and matelassé:
It's pretty outside now that the snow is sticking (it waited until it was too dark for photos). But days like this remind me that March is one of my least favorite months. It's blah. It's long. There are no holidays. It's never as warm as you'd like to be. And you have to start thinking about doing the taxes. Horrors.
I think I'll have dessert instead. The Trader Joe's Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter–Filled Cupcakes are beckoning.
For the record, there is no Trader Joe's anywhere near Quincy, a depressing discovery although we're still obsessed with the house. We're going to visit it again tomorrow with our Boston broker, who is curious to see what all the fuss is about. Maybe she'll knock some sense into us.