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Hello from Antarctica Connecticut! So, several years ago J's roommate Grant, J and I were having this funny (funny, as in, we totally didn't mean any harm to anyone or anything, we are nice people) conversation about how meteorologists were sometimes, just by the very nature of what they do, wrong in their weather predictions, and how what if there was like a medieval-type mandate in place that dictated that, should they be incorrect - even once - they be, um, relieved of their duties. Like, as in, the king or president or what have you screaming, "Off with his head!"

I realize that you have to be careful in this day and age and I want to state here, for the record, that I do not want to kill or otherwise hurt any weather people. Not in the slightest.

I'm revisiting this conversation, in fact, because what we were really getting at is just how mad people get at meteorologists when they're wrong. So much madder than you get at anyone else who is making an educated guess about anything. People are all, "What the HELL, man, the rain started at 2 instead of 4? Ruin my life, why don't you?"

And I always think about that when the weather turns out differently than they predicted. I think I'm actually easier on meteorologists since I've been giving their job some real thought. It's not their fault that they're off every once in a while. Plus, the information they give out is immensely helpful. They're good people and I barely ever have negative comments about them because I get the challenges of their job.

But today...today on the 223,473,765th day of snow this year, I couldn't take it. I was standing there in the lobby of the vet's office with Cecilia looking outside at the snow pouring down from the sky, snow that wasn't supposed to start until tonight, and oh yeah, snow landing on top of the snow that fell yesterday, that we weren't even supposed to get, and I looked at the vet tech behind the counter and I said, "Can you even believe this?"

She was like, "Nope. I didn't even think it was supposed to start this early."

And I was like, "It wasn't even supposed to start this early. Oh my God it was not even supposed to start until later, and how about yesterday with that surprise snow? Those guys predicted wrong, they predicted so wrong I just can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

Both of us showing unusual levels of restraint

Last weekend we traveled to see some good friends for a holiday party. I decided that Nora and I should decorate Christmas cookies for the event, as much for the experience of it as for the purpose of bringing something to the gathering - that is, besides J and his cocktail making skills. Somehow we only ate two cookies during the decorating process. I know. I can't believe it either. So I decided to take a picture because I was so proud of how uncharacteristically calm we were in the face of cookies WITH ICING ON THEM.

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This week we're simply relaxing in anticipation of the holiday. I'm looking forward to my brother arriving at the house later this week because I'm happy we get to spend Christmas with him but also because he is really excited about "cooking lots of awesome things." I needn't clarify that I am totally ok with that.