Meet my friend, the Warm Fuzzy.

Some people would call this a cold prickly.

It is not.

It is my version of a warm fuzzy.

It is more pointy than fluffy or bumpy to differentiate between a warm fuzzy and my flowers, or clouds, since my artistic skills have not gotten much past that of your standard preschooler.

My warm fuzzies do more than just exist. Sometimes the warm fuzzies are trying desperately to stay warm and fuzzy through not so warm and fuzzy times. So in a way, the cold prickly form works -- it might be cold and prickly outside, but there is always a warm fuzzy smile inside.