Our dishwasher is on it's last legs, and I despise our oven and hate it and I don't like it. Either of these appliances could break, and I'd have a going away party. "See you later, asshole oven that burns cookies!" "Adios, bitch of a dishwasher that leaves my glasses looking like the dog licked them clean!" Our refrigerator, however, is nice and big and delicious filtered water comes out of a spout inside and it's lovely. So, NATURALLY, our refrigerator broke on Friday, along with Jack's braces, which left him with an oozing wound on the inside of his cheek. So I got to combine a trip to the orthodontist to fix said braces with a trip to buy a new refrigerator, all four kids in tow. I had my sheaf of Consumer Reports papers in hand and Mitch met us there. Somehow we ended up with a stainless steel model. Our other appliances are white, which means either we will be replacing our other crappy appliances or our kitchen will be looking all unmatched, and stuff. What's awesomer than an enormous unforseen expense in the middle of December? Nothing, that's what.

On Saturday, Jack went down to Seattle and got to go on his friend Dylan's new sailboat and play video games all night long, so you could say he had a great weekend. Some friends of ours own a barbecue place here and they called Saturday evening to see if we were interested in a freshly smoked prime rib. I was just hauling frozen turkey burgers out of our broken refrigerator, so, yeah, we were interested. And. It. Was. So. Flipping (I wanted to say Fucking, but my aunt reads this, and she's a nun). Goooooood. Olivia's eyes were rolling in the back of her head with each bite, and even Grace ate it, despite it not being in the white food group. We woke up to a thin blanket of snow here on Sunday and the kids made dirt angels in it. Also, Grace made a dog poop angel.