This week brought plenty of snow, wind and crabbiness.  Well, the last one I brought on myself from being grounded and having to shovel again and again and again thanks to our snowblower breaking at the first sign of white on the ground. Between Brian and me - and some much appreciated help from our neighbors - we were able to dig ourselves out. But not everyone dislikes the white stuff. Annabelle has been bouncing excitedly all over the yard in search of the ever elusive abominable snowbunny. Or, maybe she's trying to see how much snow she can catch in her black fur and then bring into the house to shake onto her doting caretakers. I tried getting a picture of her, but I couldn't get her to stop for the second I needed. Oh well. It's pretty safe to say that we'll have a white Christmas.