As the skies let loose of a graceful snow and accumulated on the airport, Lili, my four year old granddaughter, decided to fix my hair. After drying, combing, curling, mousing, and spritzing she announced, “Grandma, you’re hair is a freaking monster!”
The next day this monster-haired granny took her three grandchildren, James, Lane, and Lili, outside to build a couple of snowmen.
The 1st snowman we named Pilot Snow. The 2nd — Fat Snow, but after viewing the photos he looks more like Boo Boo Snow!
“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. Isaiah 1:18