I've raised 6 Southerners. This still bothers the Jersey girl in me, you know.
|My kids don't recognize the beauty of this man. I have failed.|
Anywhoo, our favorite Buffalo-area photo is the one where the snow smashed the family room door in. What do you do when snow invades your home? Apparently, you call 911 and a bunch of hunk-y firemen come help you dig out. Now that's my kind of snowstorm. I'll make hot cocoa for shovel-wielding firefighters any day.
Where was I? I don't know. So, anyway, it finally got COLD here, but of course there is none of the white stuff to enjoy. I find myself having to re-educate the teens on how to dress to avoid frostbite, but certain children of mine (BRIAN) seem to find it easier to complain about the cold than to put on a coat when taking out the garbage.
|Sing it, St. Francis!|
But it sure made me happy.
So now Brian is cleaning up his room, because I told him the electrician couldn't fix anything until we removed the risk of a liability lawsuit being engendered by the Legos scattered EVERYWHERE in there (and I am kicking myself for not taking a before picture). The vacuum cleaner is running as I type. I call this a win, don't you? I mean, so long as you ignore the money I'll be spending on the electrician?
[Bruce photo: Rolling Stone]
[Candle image: Aligning With Truth]