Look, I grew up in Florida. I know all about Spring Break. You’re supposed to be very, very drunk on the beach, not driving around in the snow with two sick kids.
(Yeah, I know it’s a crappy picture, but I took it with my cell phone when I was driving.)
Anyway, we’re home. The cats are happy. I know Gabe will be happy when he gets home from work. Gabe’s parents are happy to get their Grandchildren back in town, and it just feels good to be back at home.
Even if it is cold.