Dixon ran away. He's been gone for over a week now. And I miss him. A lot. We think it might be because of his run-in with Wolfi. Stupid mutt. I don't think he's dead, I just think someone has taken him in and did the really douchey thing of keeping him, even though it's blatantly obvious he has a family: collar, and the apparent recent trip to the vets. Assholes.
Spent the first week off college installing a kitchen. It's been horrible. We were without hot water for almost 4 days, which meant no shower. Thank god I wasn't working, or had places to be. Our living room resembles a utility storage room, our kitchen looks like a carpenters workshop, and it's Christmas in 2 days and we have no oven or hob. Or Christmas tree. So I guess I'm not feeling the festive cheer as of yet. Things aren't totally bad. We won't be without Christmas dinner. Going to Greystones for the holidays.
Everyone in the house is sick (Man, this blog is just depressing). Ethan threw up all over Daisy last night, so I had to give her a bath. There was water EVERYWHERE! And this morning, after being all nice and clean she rolls around in sawdust in our workshop/kitchen. Sheaba acting all odd because of the industrial noise. And Wolfi is just insane.
Maybe this is all a dream. I'll wake up Christmas morning and the house will be perfect and everyone super happy? Yeah, right like that'll happen.
Good news though. My uncle had his baby. =). A little boy. So the family name can live on. Unless he's gay, and then we're all fucked. xP.
Tristan was in the school play yesterday! He was mega cute! A shepherd. XD. And it was all in Irish! He's such a legend.
Nothing else really to say. The snow is back. =). Not enough to make an igloo with yet though.
