holiday biz.

Who doesn't love the deliciously divine smell of chestnuts roasting on an open fire? . . . Who has no idea what that actually smells like? Listening to a few holiday tunes on the telly reminded me that I'm among the latter, but I do know what pine smells like. OH and I also know what pine looks like, especially after putting up this bad boy in the Nancy Lo casa:

That's over seven feet of Christmas love in our living room! Is is sad that I want to keep it around all year? Ask anyone that question and I'll bet they tell you the same thing.

Anyway, today we Eastern New Mexicans got our first big "snowstorm." OK people, I grew up in Nebraska and know a blizzard when I see one . . . but that doesn't mean I'll still cross my fingers for a snow day after seeing only a flurry in the air. Good news for me, here their perception of a snowstorm is much different. Flurry = blizzard = we might as well build storm shelters in New-Antarctica. I have a feeling this mindset largely is due to the lack of snow removal operations in the area, but also because there is overall lack of precipitation in the area, so anything we get is a HUGE deal. I'm not saying I mind. I was let out of work early and here's what my drive home looked like. Mind you, this is comparable to a mild Nebraskan winter day, but hey, I'll take it (besides, the roads literally were nothing less than a giant sheet of ice so naturally I busted out my granny driving skillz for the occasion):

 

When I got home, I made sure George and Stella had a proper introduction to snow. After strongly considering tossing them into the lawn, I opted to let them discover it themselves. George forged into the openness with me, but Stella was a huge pansy about it . . . oh well. Mostly they just did this:

Losers. We'll try again tomorrow.

As for me, it only felt right to be wearing my flannel-lined Carhardt's while frolicking through the snow:

Mmmm warm pants. Now, and for the past few hours (gross, I know), I've been planted on the couch working on a research paper. Nothing like finishing up a semester at the last minute! Seriously, how else would I do it? At least I have my lovely little friend to keep me company:

Love the life you live. And be thankful for little moments like this one. I'm lucky; George does this every day. :) Aaaaaaaaaaand back to my paper.