Kristin sent me this a few minutes ago. It’s a picture from our front porch. I am not there, but I know the boys are getting dressed up in every piece of clothing they have, getting ready to head outside to throw snow at each other.

It’s snowing here in “Atlanta” a little but not really sticking to the ground. Which is a good thing simply because we have to drive back home this evening, and I don’t really want to get stuck or crash or die. You know… stuff like that.

Not much else to report this morning. Not much else has happened from midnight to now. Nothing except a little sleep, and a loud annoying alarm clock, and some hot Starbucks.

Speaking of Starbucks, I am always trying to get something different every time I go in there, but I always end up with the same thing. What’s your drink? I need to find something else I like.