I woke up this morning and immediately thought: Why do I live in New England?
The snow has finally arrived, and obviously, I am not a happy camper. Boo. However, as much as I complain about the snow, I do think it’ll look pretty for Christmas. So, I guess that’s the positive spin!
Southie was really quiet this morning. Murphy and I only saw one person on our walk.
As soon as we came inside, Murphy went right for the Christmas tree.
Our butthead dog has not stopped chewing it since we got it! He’s probably eaten hundreds thousands of pine needles in the past few weeks!
(In the background, Mal is talking to his dad about his new car.)
To stop the Christmas tree chewing madness, we finally decided to do this:
Murphy wasn’t happy about it, but he hasn’t chewed the tree since.
My wonderful husband made pancakes for breakfast this morning. I swear, there’s nothing like homemade pancakes during a snow storm!