You know it's snowing fast when...
... you finish shoveling the bottom of the driveway, only to find that another two inches have piled up at the top. (It's word time, boys and girls! The word of the day is "Sisyphean". Can you say "Sisyphean"? I knew you could.)
... you go inside and find that your black hat is entirely white. This is because there are 1.5 inches of snow encrusted onto it, as smoothly as if applied by a pastry chef. (Why, yes -- my name does seem to be Frosty.)
I do hope that all the people who were so disappointed at not getting their snowstorm on Tuesday are now properly satisfied...
... you go inside and find that your black hat is entirely white. This is because there are 1.5 inches of snow encrusted onto it, as smoothly as if applied by a pastry chef. (Why, yes -- my name does seem to be Frosty.)
I do hope that all the people who were so disappointed at not getting their snowstorm on Tuesday are now properly satisfied...
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I learned to drive in the stuff in North Carolina, amazingly (I figured those of us driving school buses would be fine if they'd get the idiot cars off the road...), and honed my skills in Massachusetts.
There are days I miss it. Honest.
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I don't mind shoveling, but today it was an hour and a half of snowblowing and the job is half done-- enough to let John park in the driveway. The kids mostly had fun playing while I did it, though.
I heard Elizabeth shouting at the snow at one point. She was shouting "Melt! Melt!"
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