We're experiencing a "blizzard warning", which means everything white is off the shelves in the grocery store (milk, eggs, bread, buh bye). Here, I have a picture of the snow...
Like it? White, ain't it?
The snow is blowing so hard it keeps triggering the automatic lights in the backyard. Now that, sir, is some heavy snow!
I'm silly, I guess, because although we're all in bed, I have the louvres on my blinds open so I can watch..well...this.
I did stay I wanted to move to Maine.