Hibernating

December is not our favorite month. 

It's cold, we have to spend too much time indoors, and

there's simply not enough daylight. 

I suppose I could use the extra inside time to keep this blog updated, but no.

Our current default state is hibernation.

 Alex has found a temporary solution to our couch-is-too-small problem

by claiming the upholstered coffee table as her own.

The few toys you see in the above picture are about all that remain 

relatively in tact out of the three dozen or so she grew up with.

She has decimated the others, with a little help from Smooch.

The upside is she doesn't chew on any of my stuff. Yet.

 

Hockey has been our saving grace this winter. 

I splurged on a season TV pass so I can follow my Washington Capitals,

which means it's hockey night in New Mexico two or three times a week.

Alex finds herself in the penalty box whenever she gets too rough with Smooch.

You may have noticed an absence of all things Christmas in my house.

These geraniums are as red and green as it will get around here.

I don't do Christmas any more. I've never been a big fan of the holiday, 

and Christmas music sends me right over the edge. 

If you're thinking along the lines of "she must be so lonely and depressed," please stop.

I'm not! I just don't like all the hoopla, and out here in nowheresville, it's really easy to ignore.

I might add that nowheresville doesn't seem as remote since my phone 

can pinpoint my location right down to the room I'm standing in. How creepy is that?

All the animals are healthy and happy, which is the best gift of all

any time of the year.

When Alex isn't chewing up her toys, she's fixated on the feral beast.

Have your social media feeds been overflowing with ads from ruggable? 

Mine have, and I was powerless against their marketing tactics, which basically involve 

a lot of dogs. Check out their instagram feed. You'll see what I mean.

But you know what? Their rug system is effin' awesome and we are madly in love,
and they're not paying me to say that.

You: Is this post ever going to end? She goes silent for a couple of weeks 
and now she won't shut up.
Me: One last thing.

I received this gift from someone who knows me too well. Thanks, Ethel!
If the text on the video is too small to read, here's what it says:
Whenever things don't go so well,
and you want to hit the wall and yell,
here's a little dammit doll
that you can't do without. 
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out
yell "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" 

(view with the sound on, but not too loud if you're at work)