The girls’ coat closet is full of giant winter jackets they haven’t needed to use so I needed a place to store their other winter gear.
The weather pattern that just keeps on giving. (Sorry, Carol!)
I don’t know the name of the flower, but I don’t need to to understand that this is just crazy.
I was up all night with Marlo and even though every part of me wants to be grumpy I simply cannot.
Today the backyard is no longer white and Chuck’s heart is no longer black.
I should know better than to invite the Universe to screw with us through weather, but it’s worth it for the look on Chuck’s face.
Oh, look! The oldest and longest single covered span to carry automobile traffic in the United States.
For the first time in weeks we aren’t breathing toxic fumes sure to cause premature death.
A reenactment of Leta’s weekend with Marlo as interpreted by Chuck and Coco.
Winter sports enthusiasts are mourning the lack of snow but here we’ve taken to celebration.