A source of major solace during the cold weather months is coming home and slipping my frozen feet into my beloved UGGs. Tonight's temperature is 53-degrees. It is the chilliest night for weeks and I fear the weather has changed from summer to autumn in the past 24 hours.
Where did I pack my UGGs last winter when we moved? Are they in the box with mittens and gloves, socks and stockings, boots and shoes? Uggggh. And argggghhhh.
I will search tirelessly until my toujours favorite slippers swath my feet, once again, in the lusciousness and bliss of their twinface sheepskin.