And fuzzy does not describe any gifts I may have received, say, of the bear variety. I've always preferred chocolate.
Fuzzy DOES mean these fuzzy little faces. They are happy that the holiday rush and roar is over and they can once again enjoy a little lap time and peace and quiet.
Oh, and this kind-of-fuzzy "face" ...
... which is just our composter, covered with snow. Is it just me who sees a face there? With a tall hat?
I need to get out more.
How's your year going so far?