Wren's got a new coat. Wren's got new pants, a new shirt, new boots...and new hands. She's especially pleased with the hands. And I've got snow. Wren decided this meant we needed to take pictures - at work, in my front yard...wherever we happened to be when the mood struck her. With her new hands. Which she likes much better than her old ones.
And no, as far as I know, Wren is not in the FBI. But then again...she surprises me fairly frequently, so that might not be true.
