Calm

Okaaaay, I know. Quit it with the snow pictures. But I'm off work because of this stuff, and stranded at home because Hubs (who is not off work) has the car, and I've got nothing better to do than spam the Internet with snow photos like the rest of the people in this city. I regret nothing.

One Cold Thing

"Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes..."

This is a thing that is happening. I have entered the White Death. I find it invigorating.

Mobilizing

Mathilda the Cold and her posse of adorable brutes.

I am maybe amassing an army to combat the cold. 

I've recruited an ice princess to my cause.

Terror! Confusion! Fie!

The white stuff is back! 

And it brought reinforcements!! 

Who will save us!?

(Ohhh, the humanity!)

Who's Idea Was This?

There's white stuff on my car.

Are we under attack?!