But not just any volleyball. I need Wilson.
Today, it was only about 50 degrees here, but I felt chilled to the bone. Not cold enough inside to want to turn up the thermostat, because that makes it really hot in the master bedroom where the Commander sleeps during the day.
So I decided to start a fire for Little Bear and I.
And everytime I start a fire by myself I feel like this. . .
I have made FIRE!
And the more I think about it, the better Wilson would look on my Mantle. . . .don't you agree?