So, I doubt that everybody follows the weather patterns in New York city but we got another foot of snow. March has thrown its ugly head in the air as it spits frigid icicles down on our heads. I am sick and bloody-well-tired of these God damned east coast weather pattern.
Gio and I are recovering over an illness of epic proportion. The only thing that's really keeping us alive is the care packages pouring in.
Judy - Casserole was great, fed us for four days (kid you not)
Grandma - Dishcloths are like gold over here. Poetry booklet contains some happy reminders of the Literature twelve course.