Maybe if I put on a pair of red shoes and click my heels three times, I will end up back in the 80-degree warmth that we were enjoying here just one day ago.
Give me a minute....
Click... click... click.
Nope. It didn't work. These red heels don't have a zillion sequins on them. Maybe that's the problem.
I can still hear the wind howling. Our outside cat Gatsby doesn't want to go anywhere near the back door, and he becomes an inside cat in cold weather. Mickey Kitty is in the garage with his warm and cozy tent-bed and a private heater. Sweet Pea is huddled up on top of the afghan on the sofa in the TV room. I am sitting here with two sweaters and a shawl around my shoulders. Gone are the capris of the other day, replaced by longer, warmer slacks. These old Victorian houses weren't built for this type of cold weather.
And, I must say that I look ridiculous in these red heels.
Click... click... click. Three times.
Damn. It still didn't work. It's still freezing.
I need to buy a zillion red sequins.
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