After Richard looked at the weather forecast last night, I got pretty excited. I was all set for an absolutely *perfect* way to kick off Holidailies. I made sure my camera battery was charged and I went to bed, all ready to get up this morning and sneak outside to take a picture – because the weather forecast said we were going to have 1 to 4 inches of snow.>

Of course, when I woke up this morning and heard the slow drip of the remains of a rain fall, I knew what I would see outside the window. Wet, yes. Cold, most definitely. But definitely no snow. There have been scattered reports (and pictures) of snow from all around the region, but alas, Sacramento remains stubbornly snow free.

So instead of a lovely picture of snow-dusted houses and disgruntled squirrels, I shall kick off Holidailies with a little story from this past weekend, which I will call “reason 734 why Richard and I were meant for each other.”

Saturday afternoon I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, surrounded by cats and my knitting, when Richard came in with his hands behind his back, wanting to know if I wanted an early present. Naturally I said yes, because one should never turn down an offer of a present, and he handed me a copy of this:

I took it and I looked at it and my reaction probably surprised him for a brief moment because instead of getting all excited about it, I said “Um..” and then “Uh…hang on.”

And I scurried downstairs and dug around in the box of stuff I’ve already bought to give to him, and then came back upstairs and gave him this, which I bought because the instant I saw it I knew that he would love it:

(notice any similarity?)

Zombie carols, in case you were wondering, sound best when sung loudly, and deliberately off key. Sound effects optional.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies