If your cars look like this,
please CLEAN OFF YOUR @#$%ING CAR BEFORE GETTING ON THE @#$%ING ROAD.
ALL of it.
And I don't care if it's too tall for you to reach the center of the roof. Get a @#$%ing stepladder and a broom and get. the. snow. OFF.
Those of us traveling behind you take exception to dings, dents, cracked windshields, and generally not being able to see due to your laziness.
Yes, it snowed. I'd have measured via the rain gauge, but I can't find it in all the snow.
We'll use HSH for comparison.
That was about halfway through said snowstorm. Right up to her knees there.
All told, we got about 12-14 inches, depending on where you measured. You can imagine that the dog is not pleased.
We are taking this in stride,
with football, naps, and eating high on the agenda.
Freckles is passing the time by disembowling her Christmas present.
She loves her sock monkey. I've had to sew it up once already. She whined throughout the whole repair process. She also whined throughout the whole carving of the turkey process.
Not that this got her anywhere.
I did manage to finish a pair of socks or two.
The recipient is pleased, even if she thinks it strange that I should want to take a picture of it. One day she'll understand, I hope.
(Malabrigo sock in Caribeño. US0 needles. Bellatrix pattern for the leg, plain stockinette for the foot.)
Anyway, I'm home for the day, since the larger municipalities around here are failing in the task of clearing major thoroughfares and intersections. Ironically, my smaller city (population, not land mass) has the major streets very driveable. I'm sure this makes sense to someone, but the logic is escaping me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my guests, the cookies, and I may even vacuum….