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nebuliaChristmas Eve.
47 degrees Fahrenheit.
NOT COOL.
I am angry.
Other than that, it's been a pleasant Christmas Eve. Quiet, calm, Mom and Dad and I and the dogs (they really are soooo cute) went out to Walnut Woods to play, and we've just hung out since. It's been really nice.
We tried to get Toby and Molly to fetch, which was funny. Mape hates playing fetch, but Gracie loved it--she did it naturally. Toby and Molly might be brittanys, and they certainly figure out the hunting thing pretty easily (boy, and am I sore from shooting the 12-gauge yesterday!), but they certainly don't get fetch yet. *sigh* It was pretty funny to watch them though--they sure are cute!
But it's supposed to be cold and snowy, dammit!
Fortunately, it's supposed to snow (light, not-sticky, yuck snow, but snow nonetheless) tomorrow.
Anne Murray is singing her Adeste Fideles on the radio and her Latin translation is horrible. Adora-ay-mus? Oh, please. Someone put her out of her misery.
nebulia out.
47 degrees Fahrenheit.
NOT COOL.
I am angry.
Other than that, it's been a pleasant Christmas Eve. Quiet, calm, Mom and Dad and I and the dogs (they really are soooo cute) went out to Walnut Woods to play, and we've just hung out since. It's been really nice.
We tried to get Toby and Molly to fetch, which was funny. Mape hates playing fetch, but Gracie loved it--she did it naturally. Toby and Molly might be brittanys, and they certainly figure out the hunting thing pretty easily (boy, and am I sore from shooting the 12-gauge yesterday!), but they certainly don't get fetch yet. *sigh* It was pretty funny to watch them though--they sure are cute!
But it's supposed to be cold and snowy, dammit!
Fortunately, it's supposed to snow (light, not-sticky, yuck snow, but snow nonetheless) tomorrow.
Anne Murray is singing her Adeste Fideles on the radio and her Latin translation is horrible. Adora-ay-mus? Oh, please. Someone put her out of her misery.
nebulia out.
