Baby it's cold outside

Yesterday, after slurping up a bowl of french onion soup* a la Smitten Kitchen, Sean and I put on some Christmas tunes. Ten minutes later we had downloaded about 6 different renditions of "Baby it's Cold Outside" and proceeded to bolt out each version - me singing the female part, him the male part (I guess that's obvious).

Now we are determined to memorise the lyrics and add a little acting.

Yes, we are the dorkiest couple . . . ever.

And, no, this will not appear on YouTube.


*2 hours later Sean was hungry again (as he predicted) so we took a walk to McD's where he ordered and ate a double Big Mac MEAL. I am constantly in awe of his endless black hole of a stomach.