Too cold for snow shoes....

Gabriella without snowwshoes.

Hi G-Fans!

Brrr.....!

It was 16 degrees this morning!

I may not know exactly what that means...  But, when the concierge says it, she shudders.  

So, I know that means something.

And, I know it is cold out there.

I don't have royal boots.

I don't have royal thermal socks or long underwear.

I don't have a hat.

I don't have a scarf.

Royal or otherwise.

And, yet, I go out.  I go OUTSIDE to do a royal pee.

I go OUTSIDE to do a royal poop.

I go outside just to snort some snow and icicles.

It is COLD out there.

So, most things are less bad when we don't know much about it...

Don't you think?

I think it isn't so cold because I don't know how to read a thermometer and the meaning of all the numbers.

Right?

Gabriella has it even colder because she is up north.

And she doesn't have any woolies either.

But, we love our walks and it would take a lot to discourage us away from doing one.

Which brings me to a royal complaint.

The help who is suppose to use their opposable thumbs to open the door and let us out and open the cookie jar to give us snacks continues to diss us.  How are we suppose to deal with that?  We don't have to tattle since the concierge always knows.  Just never at the moment it needs to be addressed.  Always after the fact.  The question is, why are we being dissed?  We got three layers of dis in some form or another today.

It stinks and the concierge pretty much is beside herself.

We are trying hard to keep it real....  without adding on.....

Not easy since we are aggravated too.

Dilemma even for a royal...

Well, that's it for now.  We need our bedtime snacks and our evening pottie break.

I wish for you a warm place to drop your ...

things...

And that you are surrounded by those who love you so you can love them back!

TTFN!

-G