The weather outside is frightful
Apparently somebody forgot to notify Mother Nature that it’s March! It doesn’t snow in Portland in March!
Except that it did. Big, fat flakes of snow…here’s Jenn on our front walk, and a shot of our street, at 12:30-ish am. (Damn, I hope the streets aren’t too slick when Geoffrey gets off work at 2 am!)

I can’t comment on Jenn’s LJ, so hopefully she’ll see this comment too: I don’t remember asking for a white birthday! Augh!
Happy birthday, darlin’. Am laughing at this white stuff falling from the skies. Picture July when we’re all too hot to write. Lil, hope you’re all cuddled up tight tonight. Sending all hot chocolate with whipped cream.