I want to write about something interesting, I really, really do, but there just isn't anything to write about at the moment. Alex and I have been housebound for a few days due to the fact that we've got a foot + of snow outside and it's just too damn cold to venture out there for any length of time. Yesterday I dressed him up in his snowsuit and took him out to play in the snow but the snow comes up to his hips so he can't walk around or anything, so it's just no fun for either of us.
On the topic of snow, there's not much that's more beautiful than the pristine, white blanket of fresh snow covering the front yard. I go to great lengths not to disturb the front yard snow if I can at all help it because I love the look of it so much. So very, very much. But the neighbor kids, presumably on their way to school yesterday, defiled my beautiful perfect front yard snow. EVEN AFTER I made a point to shovel the sidewalk SPECIFICALLY so they wouldn't have an excuse to run through my yard. So now, my beautiful white virgin front yard snow has footprints all over it. Just like kids to ruin the one and only thing I enjoy about winter. Bastards.
Anyway... We're just waiting for Santa to come. I'm completely done with my holiday shopping and John, who is responsible for all of two gifts this year, is not. He's got me, which should be easy since I emailed him a link to a pair of slippers I want and said "Buy these in a medium". And he's got his person from the Dillier Gift Exchange, which I'll probably end up taking care of because, well, I'm the wife, and that's my job. This weekend I'll be baking goodies to deliver to the neighbors (and their evil virgin snow defiling children).
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