Weekend Update

It's a blistery, wintry day to not have heat.

Here in the Willard home, we are being consigned to wear hats and beanies inside. sweatshirts and jackets are becoming the norm. What am I wearing? Wool socks and long johns, also known as thermal underwear. Simply Toasty. well actually, my toes are a bit frosted, but that is besides the point. Anyway, we're struggling in the house to survive this bitter blizzard, and hope that help comes soon, in the form of the handy man our lovely landlord Mike Powell is sending to us. Come soon handy man. Come soon.

In other Willard news, Jackson has made it safely back from Rockbridge this weekend, after a snowy time at camp, he retired to the bosom of the house where he was feelin pretty schmungry. Then he had the nerve to come and ask to borrow my car. Some lame excuse about how his battery was dead and he was hungry. I say if you're that hungry you can walk yourself to owens and not complain. Being the giver I am though, after much griping I relented and handed him the keys to a practically brand new, 1992 Chrysler LeBaron.

Doug is currently making popcorn garlands for our two trees, while dancing in the kitchen. This takes massive amounts of skill, because he is working with a needle while doing the one, two step.

Joe is with his wonderful girlfriend Claire. I think...

Evan just finished writing his first blog after two hours of work. I'm sure it is hilarious.

Sam is trapped in the snow somewhere in Rockbridge, whereabouts unknown. We may send out a search party, but we trust Sam's hunting and tracking skills enough that he will be able to find his way back to Blacksburg, with highschoolers in tow.

John is wandering around the house grumbling about how cold it is and that fact that he is a wanted criminal in the not so speedy state of North Carolina.

Jeremy is enjoying the snow. NOT. He's studying parabolas and other mathematical nuisances.

Me? I am writing this blog and pissing KT Surratt off, because we are supposed to have started planning campaigners about twenty six minutes ago. So I must conclude
the writing now, in order to save myself physical pain.

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James C. Harris III