Blue skies! Puppies! Christmas presents! Oh, my!

So to get rid of the sour taste from my previous hissyfit post, here's some nice stuff:

I was delayed getting into work this morning because I was making my famous deviled eggs for our department food day. Which means I actually drove to work in daylight. And the drive was MAGNIFICENT. All the trees were white with frost against a blue sky. We're talking postcard. We're talking calendar. We're talking visual Prozac here, folks.

Last night I met the latest addition to the D&SC family: an adorable little Yorkshire terrier. She was a bitch in every sense of the word when they got her, because her previous owners had let her be the alpha in the family pack. A few lessons in tough love from D&S, and she is a sweetie. She gave me kisses! They are looking for a new name for her; I suggested Star, because she is small and twinkly and her coat shines.

Today we exchanged secret Santa presents at work. I opted out of the Christmas shopping mania a few years ago. It's too stressful, too expensive, and even if I made twice what I make now, I'd never have the money to buy for everyone I'd want to give a gift to, nor do I have the time to make gifts for all of them. But I do participate in the secret Santa thing at work, and I bring a little something to whomever I spend Christmas Day with. GD was my work Santa and gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card, which is my favorite thing to get. I was MW's and gave her a movie lover's gift basket with DVD, which I literally got for a song.

See, I told you this was going to be about blue skies, puppies and Christmas presents. Would I lie?

I feel a rant on the "War on Christmas" thing coming on, but I'll save it for later. Cheers!