This welcomed me when I came home today. When the girls were young and they colored pictures for me I used to ask them to 'tell me a story about the particular picture.' I didn't want to say, "What in the world is that?" and risk insulting them. Usually, they would oblige me with a long drawn out story. Today, I walked into the house and asked the same familiar question. Tell me a story about the snowman. So, here is the edited version: Long story, long story, long story, it was 9 feet tall and it fell, giggle, giggle, giggle, long story, long story and now it is cubed and a picasso snowman. Mom, How can I get this dye off my hands?
Frankly, I think it looks like the Immunity Idol.
In a minute or two I will post a small photo album of a quick trip I made from Baird's Creek Rd through Valle Crucis. Just a general look at today's snow.