Mark had a surprise for me this morning during our commute to school.

Ziggy wanted some:

Oh, and he had a glass of chocolate milk for me too:

In the meantime, I sent Dennis to the bookstore to get me a calendar of some kind. I don’t know why we don’t have a calendar yet, but I need one. He came back with a small bag. Inside it was a birthday card for my grandma, for me to give to my mom so she could send it. I pulled out the calendar. “Jewish Art?” I asked. “It was either that or Obama Poses for PlayGirl….And I bought that one for me!” he replied. Oh the joys of having a husband like him.

The snow has turned into depressing brown slush. But at least the roads are clear.