Grandmère, who flew in last week from Paris to escape the dreary weather there, is in awe. Every time she steps foot outside she says, "C'est magnifique!"
(Naturally, I would trade places with her in a heartbeat. Paris? I don't mind the bleary weather.)
We are enjoying this freakish weather and hung out in at the Santa Cruz harbor this weekend.
And perhaps like Rebecca, I'd get things done! If there was ever a case for being sequestered at home due to a snowstorm, her post me convinced me (although this is probably pure fantasy on my part since I am, after all, a complete wimp when it comes to the cold).