I Dream of Willy Wearing a White Stetson

At 4am Mommy awoke from a dream in which Willie wore a white Stetson.  No. It was  not a cold sweat. And, no, it was not Duck Dynasty Willie. Nor was it Free Willie the whale. It was Chilly Willy, the shivering cartoon penguin of Mommies childhood. And she was relating. 

Mommy attempted to look  at the weather icon on her iPhone thinking it  must be in the sixties at a minimum (or should that be maximum?) but she had some eyesight difficulties. No, her eyes were not still sleepy. And no, her eyes are not too old for the minuscule iPhone screen--at least not with her readers and the appropriate arm length. Mommies eyesight was blurred--not by tears--but by the condensation caused by the meeting of the outside temp and Mommies personal internal inferno. 

In nature, when two totally different temperature fronts collide they can form a hurricane.  Luckily that did not occur; however, Bandit used his puppy dog-eyes, and the Hurricane Formation Theory, in his feeble attempt to explain away The Great Shoe Liberation from the Shoe Basket.   Unfortunately, he pushed the limit when he tried to link the spontaneous  Shoe-Blankie Hoe-Down that occurred when the  chair blankie mysteriously joined the shoes in the middle of the floor.  Like Lucy, Bandit's  got some 'splainin' to do!

However, the blankie did come in handy, although it was just beyond Mommies reach (note to self:  teach The BaldOne Boy the limitations of Mommies Reach).   

Finally, Mommy saw the temp. Imagine her surprise at learning she too needed a blankie at only 73F!  Mommy has become soft (not referring to her personal insulation!) and  a tad bit spoiled by the Texas 100s. Mommy, turning into Willy's long-lost icicle twin, finally succumbed and walked the remaining foot to the Hoe-Down, re-corralled the errant shoes, and detained the lightweight blankie.

The NekedBoy that sleeps with Mommy is quite happy now. Mommy is toasty as well.  And Chilly Willy and his White Stetson have been banished.