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Here are a couple of pictures of our snowball fight gone terribly wrong. Someone decided we should make a snowman, then Paul (the one hugging the biggest snowball) decided we should move it across the parking lot in front of one of his friend's doorways. Is was way more trouble, and time, than it was worth, and I was more than a little annoyed with it (note the picture of Kelley and I beating chunks off one of the snowballs in one of the pictures), but we survived.
Here are some blonde waffles in our kitchen in Provo. Our waffle-maker cooks them well in the middle but hardly at all on the edges.
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