like a fire

Today we ran the gamut of experiences in the Martin household. We awoke to a fine layer of powder this morning that some Alabamians would call “snow”. Having lived in Pennsylvania, (or PA as we call it) I would refer to it as little more than hard frost. But I took some pictures anyway. The girls had a “big time” playing in it and then we drove down to Hardee’s for some breakfast.

We then went and found our new mattress. We have been needing a new one for a while and have started doing to unenviable shopping. Mattress salesmen rate just below lawyers, used car salesmen, tele-marketers and pond scum. SO without much hassle we have decided on a select comfort bed, which we will probably order Monday.

Later in the day we decided to do a little (read very little) yard work, since the uh… “snow” had completely vanished and it was actually quite dry. This is a shot of our new creek (taken the same day), which some people up north insist on pronouncing “crick”.

Not too bad for a youth pastor salary. It is actually quite nice sitting on our back deck and listening to the sound of running water as opposed to cars bumping along at our previous residence.

To top this day off, “Daddy Harv” (my father-in-law) called just a few minutes ago and invited us out to eat at El Mariachi. So it has been a pretty good day for us.