I’m sitting in my bed, surfing blogs, when all of a sudden, I start hearing THWUMP! THWUMP! At first I thought it was snow melting and sliding off the roof, but then I hear another THWIUMP right agains my window, and then I realized it was BEN throwing snowballs at my bedroom window, yelling, “MOM! Let me in!” So I opened the window, and in my lovely croaky, sick, Marge Simpson voice, I bellered out the window, “What do you want you little bastard??” He laughed his skinny ass off. We’re classy like that.