enough with winter

I could talk about snow, but then I'd have to get outdoors and maybe take a picture of the mounds of snow/ice blocks that finally got chopped up off our parking lot, or a picture of this afternoon's storm, which for awhile made our backyard look as if we were in upstate New York, where they know how to plow.

Or I could whine about how much I hate being sick, but I think I'm on my way to recovery, so that would be old news. And I can't give you the low-down on Cullen's birthday dinner, because we have put that off for a week in an attempt to keep him healthy. So the only thing you are going to get is a picture of the bargain of the week.

For $4 I brought home a pillowcase-size bag stuffed with yarn—all of it wool. By the time I had it sorted, the dining room table was covered. Some of it has been cut into lengths for needlework, but many of the skeins were untouched.

Now, wasn't that more interesting than number of kleenex boxes we've gone through in the past few days?