Christmas is almost here, and things are getting busy, so I may not be able to post as regularly over the next week or so (you already saw evidence of this last week). And I'm sorry that all of my entries as of late have just been personal updates and not thought-provoking spoutings of my unpopular opinions. Actually, I'm not sorry. See, as much as I enjoy ruffling feathers most of the time, at this time of year I believe we should all just put our differing opinions aside and be kind and friendly to one another, no matter how different our beliefs may be. Like Mamacita said.
Rhode Island got majorly dumped on this weekend. I mean by snow... what were you thinking? 
The storm started on Friday afternoon, and as a preemptive strike most businesses sent their employees home at noon. I had fully intended to use my afternoon off to blog, among other things, but when I got home, it was like my butt had become a large chunk of metal and the couch was an MRI machine. I wasn't able to separate the two for about five hours. At least I was watching the Science Channel - furthering my education - so it wasn't a complete waste of time, right? Anyway, we finally got the rest of the Christmas decorations up, so there is that.
On Saturday, we ventured out into the snow - the snow that was still falling, after they said it would stop at midnight Friday night - to bring little miss Abbie her Christmas gift. She wasn't feeling too great, but she still managed to have some fun with her new toys. Afterward we grabbed dinner and a couple of drinks with Joe, and did a little bit of shopping. My knee was throbbing by the time we got home after all of that trudging through the snow, and I had to put on the knee brace I had forgotten to wear in the first place.
Sunday morning, surprise, still snowing. To be fair, another storm had been forecasted for Sunday anyway, but it turned out to just be a continuation of the Friday storm which still hadn't ended. This was a pretty lazy day, but we did decide to try taking Vixen out to see what she would do with real snow (not the thin layer she experienced a couple of weeks ago). Okay, Chris took her while I watched through the window in my pajamas. We didn't get any pictures this time... but I wish we had gotten it on video! They headed down the walkway, which only had two or three inches of snow on it since it had been shoveled the day before. Suddenly, she hopped like a bunny rabbit from the walkway into the deep stuff - about a foot of it! She sunk in, backed out, shook it off, and grinned with her tongue hanging out, like, "That was fun; let's do it again!" I couldn't believe it. She loves the snow. She hopped around some more, licking and eating it, and even ate all of the snow that fell off of Brooskey when they came back in the house. Now whenever Chris takes Brooskey out and leaves Vixen inside, she sits at the door and cries.
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