Jenny and I had all the neighborhood kids over in our front yard this morning for a massive snow ball fight. The air was thick with snowy gore. I built a rather large snow fort that came up to my shoulders. (Although by the end of the fight, it only reached my waist.) We went sledding of course, and finished the outing with hot-chocolate inside.

God is silly. Snow is a joke. It crunches. You can eat it. It's freezing cold. It sticks together. It smashes. You can roll in it. It falls out of the sky. It's slippery. It's white. If that's not a defense for being silly, I don't know what is. Go ahead, give it a try.

And of course...(drum roll)... I have a comments system! We'll give this a try for a bit, and see how it goes. boker tov.