A December Post with a Wintery Song

Kiah got spayed today. It had to be done. There’s a male beagle down the road with a nefarious reputation. Kiah doesn’t seem to mind that we took her lady parts away, though it is a strange feeling to have completely removed a beloved member of the family’s right to reproduce. I guess she lost that right when we, well, paid for her. I don’t think she’d be a good mother, anyway. I mean, who am I to judge, but she is a compulsive thief. I’m concerned she may have sociopathic tendencies. Last night she stole my bagel as I was holding it. I suspect she ate the remainder of my sandwich the other day, too. It’s quite possible I finished it, but one can’t be certain. It was turkey and as I recall, it was quite delicious.

I am so not ready for Christmas. We just got our tree. I mean, like a half hour ago. It smells so good. Before John and the boys left to get it, I told Daniel to make sure they chose a tree that didn’t have any birds in it. He took his mission seriously, I think. When they came in, he announced it was a bird-free balsam. No nests or anything.

We caught the mouse, finally. I was sick at the beginning of the week, violently ill as a matter of fact, and had not been diligently checking the mouse traps. Yesterday, a repugnant smell emanated from beneath the stairs, and sure enough, it was a very dead mouse rotting away in a trap. There was great rejoicing in the land, followed by an onslaught of Febreze.

I feel off. Not quite with it. Christmas shopping? Haven’t begun. Christmas cookies? One batch. Christmas cards? Not so much. I left my camera at my in-law’s and have been taking lousy pictures with my cell phone. We will have little photographic record of the Christmas of 2010. Visit to Santa? Nope. Snow? Oh yes. Tons of snow. In fact, I thought it was time to teach the twins an important informational snow song:

Snow is pretty
When it’s white
It falls down
A graceful flight.


I catch snowflakes
On my tongue
It tastes like sugar
When you’re young.


But there is one thing
Mom said I should know
I should never ever ever
Eat the yellow snow.


OHHHHH!
We don’t eat yellow snow!
No we don’t eat yellow snow!
I want you all to know
That you don't eat yellow snow!


The song's message is all that more pertinent when you have a dog.

Please tell me there’s someone else out there who hasn’t gotten much Christmas shopping done. Please. Someone. Out. There.