Looks like we may get a white Christmas after all...

Well, that’s the last time I’ll see my friends until new year. Though it would have been nice to arrange a new years bash, just us. But the others have other plans, so it’ll have to wait to next year. Hard to party when your jet-lagged anyways.
But we had so much fun. Just chatting and chilling, rolling up new D&D characters (Rune Quest actually, guess who’s a Bearkin again?), eating so much pizza and red-velvet cupcakes that we nearly popped, watching Ace Ventura and the My Family Christmas special. Then we RPG’ed for a while before all getting a lift hope in the same car. We were sitting there, giggling like idiots while the wheels spun on the ice, before we finally got out to push it. Sure, that’s probably not really funny, but to us? To me? it’s the little things that count, that are special. Just those little “hey d’you remember when” moments.
The ones who are here and the ones that are elsewhere (if you read this at all, you know who you are and your missed) mean more to me than they’ll ever know. Trying to tell them my tongue glues itself to the roof of my mouth and I can’t find the words, so instead I end up saying something stupid to start them laughing. Its my only way of showing them I care. Other than buying them food or making cakes.
Its snowed again, I meant to blogg when it first happened, but I didn’t seem to get the chance. Works chaotic, my shifts keep changing, I’m just aching to get SOMEWHERE countrified with my camera and take some photos before it all melts, or worse! It rains! Still its supposed to snow more and get colder. I went overdrawn to buy myself a new, snow proof coat and now I’m as snug as a snow bunny. So much so that I almost resent having to take the coat off at work. But everything looks so pretty covered in snow. Everyone seems to take the opportunity to leave footprints in every patch of the stuff. Theres something satisfying about seeing your own footprints in a field of fresh white snow. My parents road is like an ice rink, the snows been squished down by the cars till its like slipper, muddy glass.
Tonight its due to snow again so the ice will get worse, but there will be a fresh blanket of snow to leave footprints in, like shaking an etchasketch!
Squeak seems better. The combination of antibiotics, anti-inflamentrys and eye drop (yes, more meds) seem to have taken affect and he is almost back to his normal chirpy self. The vet says we still can’t rule out a tumor, but I’m thinking it may have been a stroke. I’m hoping that’s all it was and that that will be the end of it, no more please. The ratty is happy so I am too.