Winter Crapfest

I love snow. However, this nonsense that is pouring from the skies right now is the bastard illegitimate mutant lovechild of the white powder I hold so dearly. This is miserable, wet, get-in-your-eyes slush, and I want to take a blowtorch to all the little 1-3 inch tall accumulated piles of it outside. Snow is intended to be a solid. I think someone needs to pass that memo on to the guy who controls the weather (I think his name is Carl).