|Brian cleans off my car|
As I was shoveling snow off the porch, I look at the snow. I mean I really look at it. It sparkles, and is white and fluffy. I get an idea.
|My pitcher of snow|
I go back into the house, get a pitcher and scoop up some snow. Why? I'm going to make snow soap. Stay tuned, I need to go back outside and dig before I get time to play in my soap studio...
Yours in Gratitude,