We're freezing our assets off down here in Wacko, Cachinnatees! It's frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Bigglesworth! I know, I know... everyone's being hit hard right now. But you don't understand. The weather here in Wacko is Biblical: the bad stuff only comes once every forty years or so, it's epic, and there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The picture on the right is in our backyard. Bert and Ernie are very curious about the ice every time they go out to make poopsicles.

A veil of ice has crippled the town. People are raiding the grocery stores like it's Armageddon. I've never seen so many one-car accidents where people just freak out behind the wheel and careen off the road for no good reason. No one is hurt; there's just a lot of dinged cars on the side of the highway.

Now, I learned how to drive in blizzard-like conditions on the East Coast. In fact, I drove through the Blizzard of '96 before heading South. I know what I'm doing. But I don't trust these... well... wackos.

So what have I been doing with all my time indoors? Why, debating theology, of course! Anyone interested in my digest of a discussion about women in ministry going on over at Shaun Groves' message boards can visit my supplemental blog. Or you can read the whole thing yourself here.

Also, for those of you who were at the 3rd Annual Baker Gingerbread Building Competition, I posted more pictures from the event on the supplemental blog here.

Stay warm and check back soon! I've had plenty of time to write over the past two days.