Fill gas tank at Harmon's.

Fill gas tank at Harmon's.

I have taken notice that a new grocery store nearby consistently displays gas prices about 2 cents lower than the local competition.

To sweeten the deal, they also offer up to 30 cents off when you buy your groceries there.

A big grocery shopping trip there last week put me over $100 which got me 20 cents off--and put my price per gallon at $1.89!

I filled up my Tahoe for $35 and I saw it dropped another 2 cents a gallon this weekend. This time last year it was costing me $60 a tank. Time for a road trip?

Defrost Turkeys.

Defrost Turkeys.


Because my first turkey-cooking experience was so overwhelmingly successful, I decided to sign up to cook a turkey for the church Christmas party tomorrow night.

If that sounds crazy enough, I actually signed up to cook TWO. ha ha ha ha ha.

To top it off, they brought them to me just last night, all 36 pounds of turkey, still in an arctic deep-freeze.

They told me just "leave it out for 24 hours and it will thaw". If this is the advice they gave to all turkey cookers last night, the advice I have for those attending the party tomorrow night is "don't eat the turkey".

So because my name will be attached to any food poisoning epidemic this weekend, my entire day today is devoted to doing the safer"cold plunge" thawing method on them. I did run to the grocery store to pick up a bunch of Christmas goody supplies too to experiment on while I'm on turkey watch both today and again tomorrow while I cook them. Homemade caramel, fudge, chocolate caramel pretzels, peppermint bark and sugar cookies. Yum! I am so domestic.

Inside I am in a bit of a panic and feel a bit like Joey from Friends in the Thanksgiving episode where he gets his head stuck in the turkey.

Those were good times. Watch it here. (this particular episode is referenced about 4 minutes in)

Hang painting.

Hang painting.

While looking for toys online, I ran across this oil reproduction and with it already being over $100 off and me having a coupon for an additional 30% off that, that put this three foot square framed work of art just under $100. Although maybe not something that will evoke transcendent conversation, I like to look at it, it's colors looked warm and like they went with the house and trees and landscapes remind me of home so, obviously, I couldn't pass it up.

I picked it up from the store today and while I am a little disappointed the colors are much more vivid than pictured online, for under $100, it does the trick of helping fill up our huge empty yellow walls. Merry Christmas to me!

Now if only Jake and I weren't both too injured to hang it.

Shovel Snow.

Shovel Snow.

We got a LOT of snow last night.

It pretty much figures. I had been waiting two weeks for snow so that we could take our family photo outside with a backdrop of pretty Christmas white. Yesterday around noon, I got tired of waiting and had my mother-in-law come take a picture for us. So an hour later, what happened? The temperature dropped and the snow-fest began.

Also, conveniently, my hubby, who threw his back out putting up the Christmas tree two weeks ago but was finally feeling better, had a sudden injury relapse as the snow started piling up on the driveway.

Which is why I am now laying helpless on the couch with his heating pad on MY back after shoveling snow for TWO HOURS. Tell me again why I wanted my driveway that big? All I have to say is Santa better be bringing me my basketball goal to make use of that big, perfectly cleared basketball court.

Appreciate my work schedule.

Appreciate my work schedule.

I just read this article on Yahoo news about Best Buy going to a clockless workplace--meaning the new corporate philisophy is as long as you get your work done, you can come and go from the office as you please. I think the idea is brilliant. The real selling point though, I think was this quote:

"This is like TiVo for your work," says the program's co-founder, Jody Thompson.

Awesome. I then realized this is already my work schedule. Even more awesome.

Tune guitar.

Tune guitar.

I am ready to pull my guitar out of storage. If I can remember how to tune it, and probably re-string it after a two-year hiatus, I think I may even learn some holiday tunes.

You can now buy my guitar for half the price I paid in high school here.

This is still twice what I paid for my very first guitar, which was an "Oscar Schmidt" that my first guitar teacher (who plays guitar, plays harmonica and does vocals with Don Williams ) nicknamed "Schmidty."

Learn to draw.

Learn to draw.

My kids' favorite new thing is to ask me to draw pictures and for them to color them.

I am not an artist.

But I used to think I was. One of my older brothers used to challenge me to drawing competitions. I must have only been 7 or 8 years old when I distinctly remember a competition with him to see who could draw the best banana. I lost but only because he was the judge. Mine was much better. His banana was hairy, as I've discovered most boy/man drawings seem to be.

My drawings turn out best when they're more cartoon-y. (Although I did draw an awesome lifelike bird in fourth grade that my family insisted I had traced. I didn't.)

I have gotten pretty good at barn and zoo animals but my kids have started demanding more. Lately it's been princesses or even something more specific like Scooby Doo.

I have discovered an invaluable tool in this new stage of motherhood. They are called "How to Draw" books. They have them for about everything out there and I checked out about 10 from the library. The one pictured here is called "How to draw princesses and ballerinas" and it is my favorite one so far. I can draw a pretty cute princess these days. Watch out, before long I'll be able to illustrate some of those children's books I've written and then I'll really be in the big time.

Buy more headbands.

Buy more headbands.

This is my favorite new accessory. In an instant, I can go from looking like I was lazy and only threw my hair into a ponytail-- to looking totally put together.

I have two and need more for every day of the week because in reality, every day, I am lazy and do only throw my hair into a ponytail.

I have also seen this style overused on both The Bachelor and Desperate Housewives so it must be cute.

Decorate Christmas tree.

Decorate Christmas tree.

Jake got a killer deal on our 12-foot Christmas tree last year. He was up at the crack of dawn the day after Christmas, knocking down the door of Tai Pan Trading when it opened.

His keen eye spotted this gianormous pre-lit tree and after a couple of cat-fights with some serious lady shoppers, this beaut was his for under $100.

There was a catch. Turns out the 3000+ lights adorning it didn't actually work. So began the task of putting up our Christmas tree.

It took me 8 hours to cut off the existing lights. It then took us twice that long to string another 30 strands of 100 lights back on it. Then the rest should have been easy, right?

Not so much. I spent the entire day yesterday posed precariously on a wobbly 8 foot ladder trying to drape ribbon and hang ornaments. It turned out nothing like I'd planned but it's done and and until next year, so am I.

We had a group of friends over for dinner last night and the Christmas decor was up and totally worth it. Now I can relax and enjoy the season (besides all the present shopping, baking and card-making I have left to tackle).

Read instruction manuals for appliances.

Read instruction manuals for appliances.

I got some great new appliances in my new house. I can't pick a favorite, but I certainly love my double convection ovens.

Problem is, my cooking has been way off since we moved. I have been adjusting the temperature in my ovens for convection but things have been cooking with unpredictable results.

This includes the Thanksgiving turkey. My mother-in-law came over and did all the real work, and my job was basically to watch it. It cooked for five hours on regular heat, which shoud have been plenty of time since convection cooks about 30% faster. This should even have compensated for my hubby turning off the oven (my little helper thought he was turning off the oven light) for an hour before I discovered it.
But when it was time to serve the beast, it wasn't yet done. I considered calling and having my oven checked.

But first I thought it prudent to take a glance at the oven's instruction manual. Good thing I did. Turns out there is a different button I push to use the convection. All this time, I had been using the ovens without the convection. Brilliant!

Between this, and the fact I couldn't for the life of me spell potpourri in the family game after the big meal, I am pretty sure I am getting progressively dumber, Flowers for Algernon-style, in my old age.

Drink more hot chocolate.

Drink more hot chocolate.

I escaped the house and kids tonight (while my hubby was delighted to stay home and play his new XBOX 360 and watch basketball) and went to Starbucks for hot chocolate with a friend.

Hot chocolate is one of the few redeeming quailties of the cold winter.

We sprung for the peppermint flavor and it was delish. It reminded me of something and it didn't hit me until I got home that is was this. This stuff is heaven. It tastes like liquid chocolate. My mom buys it for us for Christmas and my husband literally hides it so he can have it to himself. I can eat this stuff right of the can, which is quite endearing itself (the can, that is, not me eating out of it).

Start a Christmas List.

Start a Christmas List.

I have no right to have a Christmas list. Our new house is my Christmas gift for the rest of my life. But if I did have a list, first up would be a basketball hoop. Now, my hubby made me call it a hoop; he made fun of me when I called it a basketball goal, is it not called that? I played b-ball all my life (albeit not all that well) and I swear this isn't that weird sounding, am I wrong?

Anyway, if I was allowed to want things, and I didn't have to worry about the construction workers working on the homes all around me and making fun of my shot, I would definitely ask Santa for this. He wouldn't even have to fit it down my chimney.

Visit Clark Planetarium.

Visit Clark Planetarium.
I saw on our property tax statement this year that we pay a yearly fee to support the Clark Planetarium. I don't need much more of a reason to go visit, but this picture of a Foucault Pendulum demonstration might seal the deal. It reminds me of my Junior High Science Olympiad team glory days. Not only did our mouse trap car rock the competition, but we went to state finals in the "crime busters" division. Don't doubt our coolness. We knew forensics was cool before CSI made forensics cool.

Get iPod.

Get iPod.

OK I know I am the last person in the world to get one of these, but seeing as my day has been consumed with the tunes of Laurie Berkner and Dan Zanes -- and the fact that when i get the chance I opt for silence over noise--I haven't really felt the need. Until now.

My only opportunity to listen to music, really, is in the car-- but my CD player in there doesn't work. I've been feeling the need to re-connect with the Southern me lately and my argument is this: A new iPod (that I can get a radio tuner for and use in the car) would allow me to absorb myself with country music and tap in to those southern roots ...and would cost far less then plane tickets for the family to Nashville. Sounds like a deal to me.

Relax!

Relax!

I have had the most stressful week. The emergency room was just the beginning. I must say, though, I think the new missing tooth look is adorable on my little girl.

It reminds me of Dakota Fanning in Man on Fire.

To top it off, I took on two freelance stories this week for this publication. I love writing, but this job is beginning to feel like homework, which is never good.

That was all in addition to filling orders from my own website and doing an additional 10 hours of work for this company.

I have to make a soup for a church gathering tomorrow and organize the new nursery class on Sunday but THEN, then I am going to relax ... before it all starts over again Monday.

Take kids to dentist.

Take kids to dentist.

I took this picture of my four-year old, Taylor, playing on the park playground today.

It is the last toothy smile from her for several years.

Within ten minutes of taking this picture, I witnessed her trip, fall forward on one of the metal platforms, her mouth hit first, and a tooth fly through the air. I scooped her up as blood started gushing and found the most absorbant thing I had on-hand (a diaper--a clean one to clarify), and put it to her mouth. I pulled it away to find another tooth had fallen out as well. The two front teeth. Poor thing.

I rushed her to the emergency room because there was so much blood--I didn't know if there were any other lacerations in there. They cleaned her up (after I explained the blood on my hand was from looking in her mouth and not from punching her in the face), then they sent her to a pediatric dentist (this had been on my list anyway so, this saved me a trip).

The dentist x-rayed for bone fragments, etc. and found she has another loose tooth in the front that may or may not make it. She's already next door playing at a friend's house so if I had to bet, I would give it less than a week. We'll see. And we never did find the flying tooth. We're hoping the tooth fairy finds it tonight on her route.

Prepare nursery lesson.

Prepare nursery lesson.

My new job at church is babysitting--I mean teaching of Jesus to-- the 18 month to 3-year olds nursery class. I substituted the class of 17 crying, fighting babies the week before and knew what this entailed so I cried all the way home after I was asked to do it and said yes. But after a few days of healing, I've managed to get excited about it.

This Sunday is my first week and the lesson I am supposed to teach is "The Sacrament Teaches Me About Jesus". But who am I kidding? The day will be a success if no one goes home serously injured.

Buy Digital Photo Album.

Buy Digital Photo Album.

I have thousands of digital photos from the past few years that are completely unorganized. There has to be some sort of photo album out there for the computer that I can just throw them all in, give them a few lame captions (see captions below), and feel like they're in order, right? I'm going to check around today. In the meantime, here are a few of the hundreds of photos I took of the kids yesterday during our "Halloween-Day Extravoganza" (that's a fancy way of saying "cramming all the Halloween activities I hadn't gotten around to doing yet into one day") . . .





















Drunk with visions of candy, the kids are dressed to visit Dad at his office




The kids refuse to get into the car until they have eaten a piece of candy they were given at Dad's office



Buzz Lightyear, Commander of the Pumpkin Patch



JoJo the Clown, Clowning around at the Pumpkin Patch





One benefit of procrastinating getting your pumpkin until Halloween day: Free Pumpkins!


Out for a night of trick-or-treating. Now Gimme some candy!

Rent Charlie Brown Movie.

Rent Charlie Brown Movie.

I remember this movie being on TV Halloween night every year when I was kid.

I vividly remember this movie and David Copperfield magic shows. I checked the listings and neither are on TV tonight. The scariest thing on tonight is "Dancing with the Stars".

So I am going to try to squeeze in a trip to the movie store so my kids can carry on the tradition-- but what do you think my chances are of finding this available on Halloween day?

Buy Halloween Candy.

Buy Halloween Candy.

I can't buy Halloween candy until --at most-- the day before Halloween or else I will eat it all, gain 5 pounds, and have to buy more anyway. So tomorrow I will be off to get a stash and do all I can to refrain from opening it until Tuesday night.

I always wanted to be that legendary house in the neighborhood that we never found but were told by several sources that they gave away the big full-sized (or even king-sized) candy bars. Now I'm thinking Smartees should be fine, right? Our neighborhood is predominantly children under 5 and I just can't imagine handing a toddler some big Snickers bar. Seems ridiculous, really, now that I think about it.

If you, like me, are weighing your Halloween treat options, here are a couple of trinkets I remember from Halloweens past that I would recommend forgoing:



Don't be the lame neighbor that hands out tootsie rolls. No way around it, tootsie rolls are never cool.




This candy toy was in convenience and grocery stores around the nation in 2004 and the candy company that manufactured it denied it was meant as any sort of depiction of the 9/11 attacks, even though the fake item number on the front of all of them read 9011. Whether you believe the candy company or not, I'm thinking this candy toy probably won't go over well with the neighbors.




Snopes.com reported that the whole "poisoned candy" and most other Halloween-related candy horror stories were an urban legend. But last year a mom in a neighboring city of mine found this vile of cocaine in her child's candy bag. And the candy was from a daytime car-to-car trick or treat in a church parking lot. This treat caused quite a stir with the community so to avoid those pesky FBI investigations, I would have to recommend sticking to a more traditional approach to Halloween treats.

As a grown-up, I've assumed a different stance on this, my new favorite Halloween treat. People just don't hand out enough of this candy for me to steal from my kids' bags:

Investigate footprints.

Investigate footprints.

I came home last night to this beautiful Christmas scene.















Perfect Halloween weather. And sod-planting weather.
But more interestingly, I woke up and the kids pointed out these tracks all over the backyard:

I would think they were cool except a few weeks ago we were kept awake late at night by an eerie howling that sounded like it was in our backyard. It may really only have been echoing back and forth across the mountaintops, but the thought of that is still pretty eerie. Does anyone know what kind of tracks these are? Domestic housecat tracks, right? please? Some cats creep me out too but not nearly as much as the other possiblities . . .

Peel stickers off dining set.

Peel stickers off dining set.

Thanks, Mom, for sending the kids Halloween stickers. They really, really had a good time with them.

Go to dance class.

Go to dance class.

I went to Odyssey Dance Theatre's annual performance of "Thriller" Friday night with a friend and loved it. The best part though had to be recognizing Ben from "So You Think You Can Dance." And (especially in a Jane Fonda workout getup), he can.

It also made me feel really old and miss dancing though. I have filled my dance craving in the past with Playstation 2's Dance Dance Revolution but the much better solution was Nike Rock Star dance classes at my gym. It's now a 30-minute drive away so I haven't been since we moved but as soon as I get my Tahoe back, I'm committing to get back into them. That is, until my membership expires in January. Then I think I'll have to admit I'm old and convince my hubby to take Ballroom classes with me.

Also, I wondered, am I alone in thinking that Ben looks just like Jon Heder, post Napoleon Dynamite? (They can both dance too.)
Jon Heder Ben Susak

Spread Manure.

Spread Manure.

We received three truckloads of topsoil on our curb this morning to lay down over the rockbed they call our yard. We're gearing up to put the sod in next weekend and crossing our fingers there isn't another snowstorm between now and then because it's going down either way.

We paid an extra $80 per truckload to get the special topsoil with manure. I think there is a clever salesman somewhere laughing at us.

Luckily, this task is more my hubby's than my own. He convinced a handful of friends and family to come out and, as my brother so eloquently put it, "soil themselves". Should be a fun day.

Fake book club.

Fake book club.

I have a church book club tonight and the required reading was "Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe", by Fannie Flagg.

Didn't come close to finishing the book. Didn't even have the courtesy to cheat by watching the movie. But I can still go, right? If I bring a yummy treat?

Download Curious George Soundtrack.

Download Curious George Soundtrack.

I love when the kids request to watch this movie because I really like the soundtrack. Am I a total mom or what? Or am I just completely in the dark having not heard Jack Johnson before?

Well I've been listening to his stuff all morning and plan to download some of his music today for both the kids and myself. I love it. His music video with Curious George is pretty cute too. I've crossed the line from actual cool to "mom cool", haven't I? I'm still some sort of cool, right?

Deliver cookies.

Deliver cookies.

Since I still don't have a car, I am overdue for a trip to the grocery store. I didn't have much food left in the house so for lunch today I made this chocolate chip cookie recipe. They are really good except I used butter instead of margarine and real vanilla from Mexico instead of vanilla extract so they pretty much taste like butter and vanilla. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Also, this recipe made about 120 or so cookies. I knew something was wrong when my KitchenAid couldn't hold any more and I hadn't even started adding the 8 cups of flour. Maybe the 3 cups of butter should have tipped me off before that. But it didn't.

So I am sending my daughter out to the new neighbors' homes with big big plates of cookies. I hope they like butter and vanilla as much as I do.

Oh, and I have had this cookie scoop for about 8 years and figured everyone had one but in case you don't, go getchya one because they are certainly a necessity. Or at least they look cool and are fun to use.

Mend Blanket.

Mend Blanket.

I was sick this weekend and nothing made me feel better except maybe this yellow flannel blanket my mom made before she was married, over 30 years ago.

It is the softest, warmest, most snuggly blanket you could ever wrap yourself in and it is the favorite among all who get the privilege of experiencing its charms, including a few sleep- deprived cheerleaders at high school cheer camp. I stole it when I left home for college and have since claimed it as my own.

In college it served as a slipcover for a thrift store couch in my first dorm room. Then it was used as a decorative rug in the bedroom of my first apartment. So of course when I got married, it made the journey with me as well.

Unfortunately, due to all of the above, and memories of my brothers making mention of sleeping naked in the blanket when we were growing up , it has been washed about a hundred times. And it shows. It is the definition of thread-bare. In fact, there are many places where there are no longer threads at all. I have taken it upon myself to patch it with the softest fabric I could find. And it's still not soft enough. There are plenty of holes left to mend so if you know of a super-soft fabric worthy of the honor, please do let me know where to find it. We can't give up on this one, it's a keeper.

Take kids to the farm.

Take kids to the farm.

There is a historic farm nearby the kids love to walk through. It's adorable and the best part, it's free.

The second best part is everywhere you look is a photo op. I needed some new model pics for the website so I made the kids wear my designs and stop every two minutes for a picture. I like weird pictures. These are my two favorite unedited candids from the day that probably won't make it to the website.

Buy more bath towels.

Buy more bath towels.

We don't need more bath towels. My husband got obsessed with buying bath towels when we moved in and we have six new grey towels for the two of us in the master bath. When we were at our second store picking up numbers 5 and 6, we also picked up this hand towel for the guest bath. When we looked at the receipt in the car, we planned take this ridiculously priced $15 hand towel back. But I ended up putting it in the guest bath anyway and turns out it's freakin' awesome. It's not only super-soft and a pretty color but it's made of a microcotton that dries your hands in one swipe. Totally worth it. If we didn't already have 6 new bath towels, I would have gone back for one this kind already. As it is, I still plan on picking one up next time I'm in there with 20% coupon. You can never have too many bath towels, I always say.

Find living room decor.

Find living room decor.

When I was at Costco yesterday, the lady at checkout looked at me and said loudly for everyone around to hear, "I want to go shopping with YOU!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. I looked in my cart to find the item of her envy. Toilet paper? It was only the Costco brand but I did splurge on the new "Ultra" kind-- yet still, unlikely. Diapers? Certainly not.

I realized she had scanned my Costco card and seen all my personal information when she proceeded to announce to everyone how much money I had spent there in the last month. Embarassed, I explained we had no furniture in our house, and that my hubby had made two TV purchases at Costco with those funds instead. Men.

Then I came home and noticed all the empty space again. This empty space above the fireplace is the most bothersome to me. It was meant to be rocked all the way to the ceiling but long story--it didn't get built that way. I can't do anything about it quite yet, but I am seeking suggestions for what to put up there for when I get my hands on some extra cash. To give you some spacial reference, the ceilings in this room are 18 feet high. I have a few vague ideas but nothing I can commit myself to yet. Help!

Make dinner for in-laws.

Make dinner for in-laws.

I have been out all day grocery shopping because my mother-in-law and her hubby are coming over to pick up the car they've been letting us borrow for over a month while our Tahoe is in the shop.

Grocery shopping was thus required both for the meal I am preparing for them tonight and because I will now be without a vehicle until the shop runs out of parts to replace on the Tahoe.

I feel like fish but am deciding between these two recipes. I haven't made either before. I like to try new recipes when company is over because there is a greater chance SOMEone will like it. (My hubby is a very, very . . . very picky eater.)


Broiled Tilapia Parmesan

INGREDIENTS
1/2 cup Parmesan cheese
1/4 cup butter, softened
3 tablespoons mayonnaise
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon dried basil
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/8 teaspoon onion powder
1/8 teaspoon celery salt
2 pounds tilapia fillets

DIRECTIONS
Preheat your oven's broiler. Grease a broiling pan or line pan with aluminum foil.
In a small bowl, mix together the Parmesan cheese, butter, mayonnaise and lemon juice. Season with dried basil, pepper, onion powder and celery salt. Mix well and set aside.
Arrange fillets in a single layer on the prepared pan. Broil a few inches from the heat for 2 to 3 minutes. Flip the fillets over and broil for a couple more minutes. Remove the fillets from the oven and cover them with the Parmesan cheese mixture on the top side. Broil for 2 more minutes or until the topping is browned and fish flakes easily with a fork. Be careful not to over cook the fish.

OR

Grilled Salmon (I bake a lot of salmon but I bought these cedar planks that I am anxious to try out on the grill. The back has a flammability warning though so maybe I better try this one when there are less potential burn victims inside my home)

INGREDIENTS
1 1/2 pounds salmon fillets
1/2 teaspoon lemon pepper to taste
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder to taste
1/2 teaspoon salt to taste
1/3 cup soy sauce
1/3 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup water
1/4 cup vegetable oil

DIRECTIONS
Season salmon fillets with lemon pepper, garlic powder, and salt.
In a small bowl, stir together soy sauce, brown sugar, water, and vegetable oil until sugar is dissolved. Place fish in a large resealable plastic bag with the soy sauce mixture, seal, and turn to coat. Refrigerate for at least 2 hours.
Preheat grill for medium heat.
Lightly oil grill grate. Place salmon on the preheated grill, and discard marinade. Cook salmon for 6 to 8 minutes per side, or until the fish flakes easily with a fork.

Buy birthday gift.

Buy birthday gift.

My niece turned 5 this weekend and my sister-in-law threw her birthday party at the University Union Center, which was brilliant. Her husband is a student and employee so they got hooked up with a free room for festivities down the hall from the bowling alley. My daughter thought college--decked out with pool tables, table hockey, and arcade games,--was the coolest place ever. I wonder what year she will be in school before she realizes college isn't all fun and games. (Just mostly.)

My daughter picked this out as the gift. It was a hit.
My two year-old son threw a fit in Target because he wanted it so badly too. Then he threw a fit in the car. Then he threw a fit at the bowling alley.

He's a doll.

To be fair he was much cuter Sunday when he was excited about going to church.

Wash sheets.

Wash sheets.

It is pretty cold, at least at night, more than half of the year here (though I try not to think about that too much). So instead of buying cool, satin sheets for our bed, I opted for luxury flannel. I was very serious about this purchase so I did my research and even took a poll with friends and family and everyone told me to go satin but I must say I love love love these flannel sheets.

Getting into bed used to be like jumping into a cold swimming pool--where you just hold your breath, cringe and wait for your body temperature to adjust. My husband even used to wait until I had been in bed a few minutes and warmed up his side, then he would make me scoot over and he'd get in on the warm side.

Now, not only is that no longer an issue, but I can also sometimes convince my kids to get in bed with me in the morning and buy me and extra 10 minutes of sleep. Now those are good sheets.