Merry Hanukah

Dear Diary,

Today I went to the dentist, and then I had brunch with my family, and then we opened presents, and then it began to snow because my youngest sister has been praying for snow and endlessly singing "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" for like the whole last millennium, and then my dad and us three sisters went outside to catch snowflakes on our tongues, and then we had a four-way snowball fight, actually it would have been six-way but the dogs aren't very good at throwing, and then we built a snowman which was really a Babylonian NFL linebacker Dumbo-eared armless alien poodle with a penguin on its shoulder, and then my dad and I and my older young sister skinned and shredded and mixed and fried a bunch of potatoes, and then we stuffed ourselves on latkes, GLORIOUS LATKES, and I think today was the best Christmas/Hanukah ever in all the recorded history of the world, and even of the recorded history of all the other alternate dimensions and parallel realities that I don't believe in but am referencing for poetic license.

No, but seriously. Today really was fun. Even the dentist's appointment was all right, because I didn't actually see the dentist; I went to see Pam the Amazingly Awesome Dental Hygienist, who's been cleaning my choppers since I was ten or eleven. We had fun chatting and she complimented me on my teeth. *blush* Why thank you, ma'am.

I enjoyed spending the day with my family, which was really the only thing I wanted for Christmas. I also ate like a bazillion latkes, which was really the only thing I wanted for Hanukah. (We have not played Xtreme Dreidel yet. Perhaps later.) I was thinking about going over to the Christian bookstore where my brother works to catch a short concert by Ginny Owens, but I'm pretty happy where I am. Even if we are watching the Vikings/Packers game. I am not a football fan; my sisters and my dad are. The guys who eventually marry my sisters will be blessed among men on Earth, because both girls love to watch football.

I consider myself pretty blessed as well. My family rocks. Even though my brother put that ornament featuring a picture of my dorky fourth-grade self on our tree.

Our Freakin' Sweet Snowman, for Whom We Used Most of the Snow in the Yard.

This is our mutant snowman. Snowthing, rather. We aren't actually sure what it is. But the dogs liked running between its two massive legs.



One of the proud architects (me).



Please observe the "heroic jaw" my dad molded. Also note the cute little penguin/puffin thing on its shoulder, courtesy of my sisters and me.