It is not December, although the kids did ask if we could get the Christmas tree out. It is April. Seriously, my last post was Daffodils and now snow. I don't pretend to understand the weather here. One day 70 the next 30. That would help explain the mass amount of tissues we have gone through and the constant sound of snorts and sniffles.
We are ready for sunshine, warmth, grilling and yard work! Instead. We have this.
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