Christine ™ aka Big Pink Cookie To Make a Short Story Long…

Nothing Says Christmas Like…

Really, nothing says Christmas like temperatures in the 60s and 70s. I’m convinced that the Heat Miser is the patron saint of Christmas here in Houston! Come on, you know you want to sing along (there is music here for you)…

I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!

Gets stuck in your head every time, doesn’t it? Maybe I will have a Heat Miser sing along at the H-Town Bloggers Downtown Lunch today! Wouldn’t that be fun? (In Houston? Near downtown? Want to join us for lunch? Let me know!)

[Dedicated to Jenn and Sam, who needed some Heat Miser this holiday season!]

We’re having lunch today? Boy, I am out of touch.

What are you talking about? It was a chilly 45 F this morning as I froze my arse off walking to work from the parking lot (I didn’t wear the right coat). Tonight it should be dropping into the 30’s once again…

See you at lunch!

oh, man, i’m missing out on lunch… we’re just too strapped for coverage… and one-hour lunches with the H-town folks is never long enough.

That is my favorite Christmas cartoon! You are so right about Houston Christmases.

Hee hee - I *heart* the Heat Miser!

That is too funny. Normally, where I am, it’s -30 C (my thermometer tells me that’s -25F) but’s it’s only 0C. Positively balmy here too! Hope you enjoyed the lunch, can we wish for pics? Happy Holidays!