Monday, January 10, 2011
Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, Saturday night when I was climbing into the biscuit you yelled, "Merry Christmas!" I knew you were talking in your sleep but it was still a great way to be welcomed to bed. Dear Homemade Potato Leek Soup, I haven't tasted anything this good since we made cream cheese stuffed jalapenos wrapped in bacon Woobies. Thanks for inspiring me to eat turnips, rutabagas, and celery root. Dear Top Blog 2010 Competition, in the words of Martin Luther King, "Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we are free at last." Dear Husband, snow in Texas has always been rare and wondrous. Yesterday you reminded me to enjoy it, even if it meant getting hit in the head with a snowball.
HAPPY FREAKIN MONDAY!
What's your favorite snow memory? We used to go sledding down Suicide Hill as a family. If you made it as far as the train tracks you gained instant street cred.
SOME POSTS YOU MAY HAVE MISSED:
Night Bus by Lucy Rose
Fist Pump Friday Photos
*There aren't even words to describe how GRATEFUL and HUMBLED Tim and I are by all of your support during the Top Blog competition. Even if we hadn't have won, we still would have had much to celebrate. Know that we're THANKFUL for each and every one of you!*