Well, I was all prepared to write something about the post-Christmas blues. You know, that feeling after all the planning and celebrating and indulgence is done and you have three (ok, probably four) months of Wisconsin Winter ahead of you? Then something happened. Last night on on Twitter somebody posted that their sister's best friend's house burned down this week. The family lived about five minutes away from us on the same street that my own best friend used to live on. They have three children and were now looking for people to donate clothing and possibly a futon for them to sleep on while they were staying at a family member's home. Within minutes I was scrambling through my closets, packing up bags of the girls' clothes as well as some of my own for the mom. In under an hour a friend was at our door with a pick up truck to help transport a futon we had been planning to get rid of. We just purchased a new couch last week and were wondering what we were going to do with it. As I helped load all the stuff into the truck I thought two things: