I feel naked

Nope, not because I have a parka on, which just happens to be the size of Texas. Seriously. I own two puffy coats. And I'm pretty sure both puffy coats exceed the legal limit for puff. I love cold weather. But I love being warm in the cold weather. Make sense? 

I don't feel naked because I'm wearing a puffy coat. I feel naked because all of my pretty little buttons {that were once gleaming over on the right-hand side there} are now gone. Talk about a scary thing to wake up to.

I mentioned it back over here ... but I'll be putting a little pause on sponsorships. I am so very grateful to all who have emailed regarding sponsoring my silly blog for this next month. And if you didn't email me ... forget you. I kid, I kid. It seriously warms my heart to know that so many amazing people want to sponsor ... and in turn sponsor the animals over at PAR. It makes my year.

And next year too, since this year is almost over.

January will be a crazy month with a busy season at work and an awesome trip to the beach. This little blog is bound to have some major blogging gaps for the new year. It might even have a week or two {or three} off. Of course now that I say that, you'll probably find me blogging twice a day. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, I'm going to go buy me a third puffy coat to help with all of this nakedness. Oh and buy a house in Chicago on that same exact street that I'm standing on in those pictures. I want that street.