When the snow stopped, we bundled up in what we have that passes for winter clothes, and went outside. Judi went out first. I had to put on my shoes. When I opened the door to follow, I was met by a smiling Judi and a hurtling snowball. Of course it missed -- this is Judi's throwing we're talking about. It went past my shoulder, through the open door, and splatted in the hallway. Some of it skidded all the way to the carpet. I asked Judi to throw some more snowballs at me, so I could take pictures. She asked if I wasn't worried about the camera being hit. Heck, no. This is Judi's throwing we're talking about. <g>