At long last the girls got to hold Maggie the Black Thing. Sophia, especially, is great with her. Maggie still darts away from us, we have to approach very, very slowly. She still sits under the Christmas tree, and both afternoons Dave has left her alone he has come home to a present of sorts she has left in her cage for him...which makes him not very happy. Gulp. Dave's vacation is coming to an end, though I'm not sure it was much of a vacation between all the errands, shopping, adjustment to the dog, and him still having to work to meet deadlines. I feel a soapbox coming on about him working when he is supposed to be on vacation...should I be mad at him? mad at his company for being assholes? or mad at our workaholic culture in general. I'm going to sign off and head home from work and leave you with some pics of the girls with Maggie. Finally.