I like to be cozy. I like soft and snuggly. I like warm fuzzy, furry, friendly, fireside cozy.
It takes me forever to get situated just right though. Here is a typical sampling of what is in my head as I search for just the right spot in my cozy. "Oh, this is going to be good. That's my favorite spot on the couch. Ok, we're down. Alright now legs up and arms in, blanket on, oh yeah this is going to be a good one. Ah, there's an itch. Just there on my left arm. Do I have to get it? Ok, ok that's better. Eh, oh dear. Now my pants are rumpled. We're going to have to straighten that out. Ok ok, pants are fixed. Uh, there's hair in my face. One of these limbs is going to have to move that. Ok, right arm volunteered..." And on it goes and it takes me half a lifetime to actually get comfortable in my cozy.
Some people though I truly believe have the gift. The gift to find their cozy anytime, anywhere - wherever, whenever. Apparently Hallie is one of those people, as she spent most of Sunday afternoon just like this:
I am so jealous.