What Can I Say? My Man Knows Me

In an attempt to start some Christmas cheer in the ol' Barn, and because Nathan broke yet another mug, I bought these mugs and cookie tray at Tesco. They were on sale for 2.50, and the third item was free. I was really excited about these until I started out of the store in the freezing cold with five very heavy Trader Joe's bags of groceries. Then I was regretting the weight of them.

After my long and arduous hunting and gathering trek home, I collapsed in a heap of snow and tears (okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic) in the house. It took me a full 20 minutes to just get off the floor and take my wellies off (that part is true). Nathan came home about 30 minutes later to me stuffing my face with some hot Scottish porridge. When he asked me about my day, I told him about my battle with the weather and heavy bags of groceries, teared up, and said, "I'm just so tired of being cold all the time..." He immediately covered me up with a wool blanket - I was already bundled up in my hat, coat, scarf, etc. - and made me a cup of tea. He usually brings me a digestive to go with it, but this time he just opened the whole tin and left it next to me. 

In other news, date night was Monday night. We've been so, so bad at having a consistent date night since moving here, but we made the attempt again this week. Anyway, we went to a carol service at the cathedral, which was amazing, and then when we came home Nathan pulled this show stopper out of his backpack. This, my friends, is my very own space heater, which made me smother my husband with slobbery kisses - after I turned it on to make sure it worked, of course.