It's colder than a witch's teat in a brass bra!

I'm not going to complain, because I know we need the moisture. But I am going to start wearing a big, poofy, furry hat like they wear in Fargo and in Russia. In fact, I'm starting to think I'm in Fargo. And if I could grow a beard that didn't make me look like Joe Dirt, I'd do that too. But really, this is not very springlike weather. Except for a couple of weeks in mid-March when it got really nice really fast, this winter has seemed eternal. And we're expecting another storm Wednesday. And again on Friday. Then one more on Monday. It's like God's April Fool's joke. At least this will force Jack Mormons in Utah to pay attention to conference, and make me feel better about getting ten hours of religion this weekend (although, realistically, I will probably drift off for most of at least one session), and the weather can be as Fargolike as it wants.

Speaking of Fargo, can I just say how much I love the Coen Brothers and their movies? In my recent post on the worst movies ever, one reader expressed hatred for anything made by the Coens, among other classics. Dumb and Dumber might just be the most quotable movie ever, and stands on its own with or without your approval, Mr. Nathan Graham. As for the Coens, I have seen every one of their thirteen (to date) feature-length movies, and liked them all. Some are better than others, but I know going in I'm never going to be bored. I do agree with your general assessment of most of Jim Carrey's slapstick, so no hard feelings... you scum-sucking pig. (Just kidding. Kind of).

We've started disciplining our children with a strategy known as "thumbscrews". Just kidding, it's a strategy called "seat-away" that they use at Jackson's school, where the offending child is put in a seat facing the corner until they are good and miserable and penitent, not speaking to or making eye contact with them until that time, and it seems to work really well. I'm listening to the tortured screams of Seth right now as he refuses to take his seat-away like a man. Maybe next time he'll think twice before hitting his mother, or throwing food, or writing bad checks. Anyhoo, you stay classy, San Diego...