Nothing Says Love… Like A Warm Toilet Seat
Richard's dad came to visit for the weekend from Texas and we all had a grand time! Max cried and cried when he left and we were so sad for him. It was pretty chilly all weekend with false threats of snow being flung by our whacky weatherman (he really is a pretty whacky fellow, quite bizarre, but we like him). Grandpa kept saying he was cold, even sitting in the living room with the heater turned up (and the rest of us sweating). He wasn't here long enough to get acclimated to our weather. We, on the other hand, don't really think it's terribly, unbearably cold until it gets below zero here. …

