...and there's no better welcome party than a family of tiny toy beavers (two inches tall) -- or are they chipmonks? -- from my favorite antique store.
I'm not sure why I had to have these, but their post-holiday sale price of $3 must have sealed the deal. I stopped by again today after a dentist appt. and found even more silliness to see me through the marathon. (What? Did I call it a sprint? I recant.)