It's cold in Nashville. We had a bit of snow that mostly melted away by noon. Now it's cold and slushy wet. So in honor of Nashville's recent bouts with snow, here's a poem from one of my favorites, Shel Silverstein:
Snowball
by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head.
Then, last night it ran away.
But first -- it wet the bed.
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Things that make today great: Breakfast and dinner with the M's; sending photos to Walgreen's; walking two miles in the 'hood in the cold; rearranging TV stuff in the living room
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