Rye does not care what color you are or where you are from...or what you are, even. She's just glad you wanna hang out.

For the last week or so, it has been that sort of cold that makes it hard to breathe.  You can hear the crackle of the moisture in the air freezing as it rushes into your lungs when you step out the door in the morning.

When it is cold like this, it is nice to have weirdly shaped and oddly colored stuffed animals to cozy up with.

Seriously, I don't know what these things are, but I'm banking on them teaching Rye the value of diversity.