rabies was not on my christmas list

but i got it anyway.

really.

(not really...i don't think)

i went out for a nice winter wonderland jog yesterday and was very much enjoying myself (don't you become euphoric when you start freezing to death?) when some dogs joined me. the village where my parents live has more dogs than people (also more horses than people and more pick-up trucks than people) so i wasn't surprised or alarmed when they came running up to me, barking. one jogged with me and the other kept barking at me and then had a chunk of my left calf for lunch. and when i say chunk i mean that it barely drew blood, but was still enough of a bite that rabies immediately began coursing through my veins. it wasn't until about a half mile later that i realized it hurt bad enough that MAYBE it broke my skin and i should look at it. sure enough, 2 teeth marks, a stream of blood and already some bruising. what's a girl to do? i kept running. (did 4 miles, not bad for someone with a rabies disability) went to the doctor, called animal control and now have a $100 bill for my jog. and the owners of the dog don't believe it happened because "we never have joggers on this road." air tight logic. i KNEW i should have just stayed home and eaten all the caramel chocolate covered pretzels my mom made. no one ever got rabies from being a couch potato.

another thing that was not on my christmas list:

after i mentioned my love for nutella's chocolatey goodness several months ago, one of my students brought me a giant jar for christmas and my excitement wasn't exaggerated. i had no bananas or cookies or spoons to dip in it, so i used what i had.

carrots. yum.

broccoli. yum.

PIZZA CRUST. YUM.

i'll take nutella over rabies any day.