Mom is such a SLACKER!!!

Seriously, she is SUCH a slacker. Just because she has spent the last couple of weeks sorting through (literally) thousands of pictures of our smiling faces to pick out 180 (yep, 180) "potential candidates" for the annual calendar, and then spent ALL weekend (so she could get the calendars ordered while the big sales were going on) narrowing down the 180 pictures to 49 (4 per month plus one on the cover) and then organizing them so that each month had some sort of theme (hey, 'Bitey-face' is a legitimate theme...)... just because she's been busy doing that, she thinks that is an excuse to hog the computer and not let me check up on all my bloggie friends. *sheesh*

At least I can happily report that the calendars are done and ordered. I'll even share with you what it looks like; click HERE . (If you can't open the calendar, Mom posted it on her Facebook account, if you're really interested...) It's not the greatest quality preview in the world, but it gives you an idea of what 12 moths of us is like! *grin* If it doesn't load, I'll give you a sneak peak of the cover picture...

Seriously. What better way to get ready for the new year than to look at our smiling faces?

Heehee.

In other excitement, we have been playing Frisbee. Sort of. We had two 'soft' Frisbees; one that is more for water, and one that is just a soft Frisbee. Note the use of the word 'had'. A certain sister of mine has this tendency to jump on the Frisbee once it hits the ground (we've caught it out of the air a few times, but, um, Mom's throwing skills are not exactly conducive to an easily to catch out of the air Frisbee) and this tendency leads to Frisbees sometimes getting buried in the snow. And being buried in the snow sometimes leads to not being found despite Mom's best efforts to search the area.

So. We have our Chuck-it "flying disc" (since I guess 'Frisbee' is sort of like 'Band-Aid' in being a brand and all), our now-lost soft "flying disc" which actually would fly like a real Frisbee on the odd occasion where Mom managed to get a good throw, and a hard plastic thing that neither of us have ever liked (but it has been put into action because, well, when there is only one toy and two of us, there is a lot of this that goes on:

And a lot of this, too:

So Mom brought out the plastic purple Frisbee (that gets really hard and also not conducive to being caught out of the air when it is 4 degrees out) in an attempt to get us to actually run around the frozen tundra that is currently out backyard. If you look closely (or biggify the picture) you can see part of the flying purple UFO in the upper right-hand corner.

This is the first (and only) picture we have of a Frisbee actually in the air. Mom blames it on not being ambidextrous, and thus not being able to throw with one hand and snap pictures with the other. *sheesh* Two hands and opposable thumbs and she still can't get a picture of a Frisbee in the air? Of course, her complete lack of throwing skills might also contribute to this... I mentioned that she's a slacker, right? *double sheesh*

Anyhoo, frankly, neither of us is actually interested in the frozen solid plastic Frisbee - it's just a bit of a distraction so Mom can get the other Frisbee from us and throw it (for the record, when the Chuck-it gets covered with snow, and it is 4 degrees out, it flies like a brick...) so that Abby (or I) can run around the yard with it until a tug-of-war ensues...


Eventually, chasing each other with the Frisbee gets a little old (although it takes a while to get old...)

And we go back to to a little old-fashioned bitey-face.


And while Mom might have been a little cold (something about how she had to take her glove off to use the camera and it was 4 degrees out, and her hand was getting cold...*sheesh*), we were having fun!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus

PeeEss: Mom would like to state that on 'CyberMonday' Petco was having a HUGE sale and she picked up a couple more of the soft 'flying discs' so that Abby can bury a few more we won't have to try to play with the frozen hard plastic disc of death...

PeePeeEss: The Christmas cards are supposed to be here today! If you would like a Christmas/Holiday card from us, pee-mail Mom: lizdranowATmodernskiracingDOTcom - she's got plenty and would love to exchange cards with bloggie friends!