Whenever I was little, power outages meant heading up to Grandma's. For some reason she always had power when we didn't (and if she didn't, she had the stoves). I remember Daddy's car got stuck at the bottom of the hill and me and Tanner walked up and ate Jell-o and watched movies with Grandma while they dug it out.
I think winter might finally be done in Morgantown. Looks like 60s and low 70s for this next week. I have all of my finals this coming week, then our spring break, then back for another month and a half before summer.
Love and miss you all...have a good weekend everybody!
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