I mean, melt.
I woke up this morning to an inch or so of snow and ice.
I shouldn't complain because it could have been worse and I could have to go out in it but, still...
Needless to say, miss raven and I will be snuggling at home ALL DAY TODAY. The electric throw is on, the Cowboys blankie is over top of it, the coffee is hot, the space heater is doing it's thing. The candles are lit, the dryer is working, and there is a House marathon on.
I feel somewhat like this is a wasted snow. I mean, really. Couldn't it have come late Sunday night/early Monday morning?