Nothing says love like a plate of bacon. It is Valentines Day. Our life is pretty good, two great young boys, and a wonderful wife by my side our gifts are pretty simple to one another. The remainder of the day… painting.
Driving around the neighborhood later in the day, we rate the snowmen of Breirfield. Some are classic, some are no more than a lump of snow, one looks like a totem pole, likely by accident.
Perhaps the best is just three huge balls. They are so big, that the kids likely could not lift them to stack one on another. So there he lay, disassembled, a giant snowman laying in wait. He would have dominated the other snow people. All of Alpharetta could have been his, great potential, such a waste.