The two cars under the tree were literally covered in leaves, and more were falling at the rate of five or ten a second, tumbling down. I don't know how the blasted things manage to do this for days on end - you'd think they'd run out of leaves before the end of the first day. So we're scraping frost off the windshield, I'm picking leaves out of the wipers, and all in all it's a losing battle because I had to pick leaves out of the wipers at least twice before Matt could get the frost off the windshield, and he missed some because of the leaves.
But then we got to hear them sliding off the roof and blowing off the hood, and that was fun.
Got a word from Chelly yesterday via Mom: the BCA kids are making Thanksgiving dinner themselves, and of course they wanted to include green bean casserole. But they couldn't find any french fried onions - how can you make green bean casserole without french fried onions?
So Mom got Chelly the e-mail address of French's customer service department or some such, and she wrote them a note, asking where she could find french fried onions in France so she could make green bean casserole for the BCA kids in Nancy to have a real American Thanksgiving dinner while they were away from home.
And they sent her ten cans.Isn't that just too cool?