I'm Cold. It's Chili.

Two nights ago, I heard we were getting a cold front. A for real cold front where the low was expected to be in the upper 20's. That's cold. So, I racked my brain to figure out what to cook to help ease in the cooler temperatures.

Sandra Lee from the Food network, my crock pot, Google, and I came up with a recipe for chili. I made a big-ass pot of chili. 2 lbs of extra lean ground beef and 5 cans of beans later takes us into day 3 of this fabulous chili. which was more fabulous on day 1 and day 2. I know chili has that aging advantage that gets the flavors out days later, but I'm sick of chili.

Note to self: next time you make a big-ass pot of chili. Freeze most of it.

And on the subject of winter moving into Texas- I get cold easy. And I make it a point to announce that I am cold when I'm cold. My announcement is then followed by an inquiry as to whether my husband is cold too.

"I'm cold. Are you cold?"

(his head usually drops back as his eyes roll) and his choice phrase of late has been,

"sure. I'm whatever you want me to be."

He loves this about me. I'm sure that had he known that his future wife would ask him if he was cold every time she was cold, he would have explored bachelorhood on a whole new level. But I know he loves me because he answers me every time I get cold and feel the need to ask if he's cold too. Which also brings to mind how useful he is in the wintertime.

There is no thigh warmer than my husbands to squeeze my toes under when I'm cold in bed. I appreciate that about him during the winter. Especially since he let me do this even when I insisted on keeping the ceiling fan running. This was an ongoing battle between us.

I like the ceiling fan on. He sees no point for its use in the winter. After three years, I have lost the war. Because this is our first winter where the fan has remained off. Maybe I'll find a fight in me next year, but I'll give him this one...

Oh, and tonight I took a bath while Sebi was still up. That's always fun because he loves his mama so much that he insists on bringing me toys. Lots. of. toys. He likes to chuck each one in so I get splashed in the face with water. It's quite relaxing. The fun part is the next morning as I lie in bed and listen to the sound of our shower curtain being pulled back. Then I get to hear Sebastian curse about why the heck there are so many damn toys in our bathtub.

I smile in bed, but my toes are cold.

*and by the way, this would be an AWESOME Valentine's gift. hint, hint.*

found it on this blog.