After their naps, E and E decided they'd like to skip lunch and go souvenir shopping before the storm hit. So we hopped in the car and went to two local arts and crafts stores. There they bought gifts for Mike, their master back in Devon. Several handcrafted mugs embossed with maple leaves, a long hand- knit alpaca scarf for Carole, Mike's wife. A painting of a New England village in the, appropriately, snow. And two new hand woven purses one for Erm and one for Esma.
We then came home, ate lunch and talk, talk, talked. By the time we walked out to get the mail, well see the photo above that my brother took of Ermintrude, Esmeralda and I.
Things cleared up a bit on Saturday and we were able to go outside and make a snowsheep. Someone, I won't say who, began to throw snowballs. Soon, we were all throwing snowballs and we ended up wet and snowy and laughing. These girls are a hoot. Or a baa hoot. The girls will be with me again tonight, and then on Sunday morning will head on down to Mim's while we have a break in the snow storms.