Like most days year-round, Connie is thankful for her space heater. She is especially thankful for it today as it's cold enough to raise penguins in here.
Little things and the quality of (work) life.
W. Va. Fur and Root
a hillbilly diva's blatherings
And right by your little tootsies, too. Sweet.
There ain’t nothing little about my tootsies. The ex said I had piano-playing toes.
I used to work at an office where the boss lady liked the temperature to be akin to that of a meat locker. Because the wiring was old, they wouldn’t let me have a space heater, but they did let me have a heat mat. I could at least have warm feet!
Cold offices just make work a misery.