My orange dinosaur is a better heater than your orange dinosaur.
In fact I would argue that he may very well be the very best half-spotted, starry-eyed dinosaur in the world for cuddling, heating and loving purposes.
He came to live with me not long ago. Every night he falls asleep covering my entire torso from the comfortable resting place of his head in the crevice of my right shoulder to his tail which falls just between my legs.
He is the most indescribably brilliant, snugly form of insulation and I drift off to slumber land almost immediately. I also wake up each morning still wrapped in his loving claws, warm and toasty and inevitably attempt to find any plausible reason why I should have to remain curled around him for the rest of the day (read: time). Generally this eventuates quite a substantial list.
We all have days where we wake up, carry out our morning routine of showering, make-up application, hair coiffing and the like for the allotted amount of time (all the while wishing we didn't have to do any of it) and, when it's finally time to step back and (I wish I could say "admire" but this is not always the case..) examine the finished product and the only words to escape are "ugh. I suppose this is as good as it gets.."
Well that was not the case today! Cringing, I reluctantly untangled myself from my dearest of dinosaurs and ousted myself from bed for the sole reason that I had a uni exam I couldn't miss scheduled for precisely 10am. I groggily poured myself a bowl of my current 4-cereal amalgamation, sloshed in Pura Light Start and a splash of rice milk (my latest cereal fad) and devoured the bowl of sugary, carby-ridden goodness while stalking the un-stalkable on Facebook. Finding nothing interesting had occurred in my online existence and that my morning meal was soon completed I put the bowl in the sink and wandered into the bathroom. I followed the regular "morning spruce-up" steps, went back into my room, got dressed according to the audition I had later on in the day, grabbed my bag and went into the living room for the final morning appearance appraisal.
I was shocked!
I look fabulous!
My outfit worked a treat, my hair had somehow decided to take pity on my exhausted state and look incredible, my jewelry was stunning and somehow my minimally applied makeup had exacted a look of understated beauty.
I grinned!
Rather than the customary "ugh" the sound to escape my lips was "wicked!"
I returned to my room, kissed my dinosaur au revoir, exited my house with a bounce in my step and proceeded about the day. Which, all in all, went fabulously.
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