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We officially go over the fiscal cliff at midnight. Enjoy the ride.

The snow starts to melt. The icicles grow. Every year Anchorage seems to go through a mid-winter thaw that exposes… well, exposes everything that you hoped would be hidden until spring when it was pleasant enough to go out and clean it up. Yesterday, my BuddhaBubba came in with a sunflower seed casing sitting on the bridge of her nose. I looked out and what had been white snow with occasional yellow spots has become black seed snow. It’s butt ugly. Please, oh please, let winter return.

A wonderful friend gave me an extremely generous card gift to a national pet store chain. In a normal world, that gift card would have lasted for a few months. I went in and managed to not only spend the whole card, but put almost exactly the same amount out of my pocket too. I mean, how can you resist cute collars? Or fun bird toys? Or healthy treats in big bags? And lord knows, you can never have enough squeaky toys…

He’s got his FDNY shirt and his firetruck. He’s ready to be a hero.

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Every time I go in the kitchen to get something to eat, BuddhaBubba comes and sits at my feet and stares up at me with those eyes… oh, those eyes… which are clearly saying that she can’t understand how I can eat something and not share it with a poor starving dog like her. Carm sits under the dining room table and peers out mournfully. Every bite tastes like dust in my mouth if I don’t share it with them. So to keep them from getting chubby, I guess I’ll have to limit my kitchen time… or maybe just sneak

Let’s just arm all our teachers with automatic assault rifles and body armor. The kids will eventually get used to be taught by someone who looks like a figure from a video game. And we can always hope that none of the teachers will ever go nuts and turn the assault rifle on their class…

Yep, nothing says Christmas like bullets and guns. It’s what the Baby Jesus would have asked for had those darn Magi not already had those stupid gifts with them.

I realize that asking you to bring brains to our US Congress is asking too much but maybe you could at least bring them a modicum of common sense and a little shame at their total inefficiency.

Apparently I rolled over in bed last night and in doing so, rolled over on Carm’s Santa toy, also known as his obsession. I know this because I awoke to what I thought was a strange buzzing in my ear. As I came to, I realized it was a soft growling. Carm was standing on me and staring at the spot where Santa had once laid but now my belly was firmly ensconced. Since I couldn’t feel Santa under my belly, I couldn’t figure out why Carm was acting in a way that made me fear he had lost his

Which leads me to wonder what winter holds since our autumn contained a lot of minus degree temps. Of course, as we used to say in Barrow, once it hits forty below, any lower simply doesn’t really matter. It’s officially cold.