I love it when the weather gets cold. Last night it finally got into the 30's. I got to break out my puffy vest and faux Uggs as I sat on the couch and had a beer(s).....classy, right? Every time the weather hits below 55, we have a fire. The Beau is completely obsessed with making fires. I guess it goes back to the whole caveman fire thing. You know the "me caveman, me make fire." Now I love a good fire; feeling the heat, the coziness, smelling the wood burning; but our house smells like a constant burnt s'more and it's starting to make me feel a little nauseous! I smell it in the shower, the bathroom, our closet, everywhere!! I'm not sure how I'm going to get this smell out of my new couch! Oh well. Maybe I'll go buy a couple of candles today :)
Oh and here's some more evidence of us torturing Miss Daisy! I'm convinced she loves the attention though.