Answering Simple Questions is Never Simple with the Fletchers.

In case you are following the ever changing "How many Fletchers are in Virginia" saga, we are now at 5.  I am thrilled to report that Bart and Wilson are now here and safe before the big storm.   And it is a big storm.   In Minnesota we have a lot of big storms, but we also have a lot of snow removal equipment and we live in the City.  Here we are literally getting dumped on and the roads around us will not get plowed.  So people have run to the grocery store and grabbed everything... there was literally no milk in town by yesterday morning.   And I am now in the house with Tony, Wilson, Dominyk, and Bart.

Jimmy and John were supposed to arrive tomorrow afternoon.   One of my new scary smart friends, who just happens to be the PHFS CEO, and the leader of the three wise men (which they have named themselves), has agreed to go in his four wheel drive to get them at the airport.  So by tomorrow there were supposed to be 7.  Until John's birth grandfather passed away and he flew to New Mexico instead, taking it down to 6.

And of course, Tony can't handle being here, so he had his fiancé buy him a ticket.  He hadn't been off the plane more than 3 minutes before he started begging to be with her.  It's been kinda exhausting.  But anyway, he has a ticket and will return on the same flight with Jimmy on Tuesday.  If Jimmy gets here in the first place....

So just like always, the answer to a simple question with the Fletchers is not easy to answer.  Something as simply as "how many Fletchers will be in Virginia on January 23rd at 4 pm" has changed from 2 to 4 to 3 to 7 to 5 to 6.    And that is dependent on the weather.