So the first thing I hear this morning while half-asleep is people out in the living room saying, "How about some football in the snow?" And the next thing, ten minutes later, is Rich coming into my bedroom and saying, "Bad news, Todd dislocated his shoulder." Despite learning how to do so on WikiHow, it was decided that we shouldn't try to pop it back in, so Dan and Rich took him to the hospital.
Now everything is very quiet and has been for a while. I've been drowsing.
Listen to this clip of a radio show in Britain where they asked people to call in with the weirdest thing they'd ever eaten, and a woman called in to say she'd eaten little girls.