Gina Bean!

Snow means one thing around here: getting the dog out in it ASAP.  If last year’s snowfalls taught me anything, it’s that Moira

1. loves the snow but will pick through it rather daintily so she doesn’t get dirty,

2. gets the white stuff all over her face, and

3. smells inexplicably like freshly steamed rice afterwards.

And I have the day off Tuesday!  Bring it on!!!