So, we ask the question posed by generations of folk singers: Where have all the snowflakes gone?
|"Gone to slushballs, every one..."|
|Note the big patches of no snow!|
|And even bigger patches of no snow...|
|I'm being all dramatic-like!|
|Mom was playing around with two flashes and got some nifty pictures - she even managed to make Abby look innocent!|
|Abby, in the dark - nothing new there! Heehee!|
|A mug shot? Really? What did I do? You really should be talking to Abby...|
|Why, yes, that is a bit of slobber. Mom was using particularly tasty bribes!|
|"Really? Seriously, Mom? We love you, but any holiday that celebrates leprechauns is just weird."|
Have a great week!
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus