Let them eat cake… or chips… or cheese straws… or whatever happens to be in the kitchen at the time eight adults and six kids join the six people already living in my house during the weirdest snow storm I’ve seen since moving to NoVa six years ago. There’s nothing like “blowing your mind” at the beginning of December with your closest online friends, who are honestly more like family, and who leave you with an exploded house and a big grin on your very tired,...
