Rennie and I awoke this morning to a blanket of snow covering the ground, trees, cars and everything else outside our little abode. This is darned unusual for this part of the country, so Ren and I went outside to find the newspaper (which was buried) and do a brief bit of frolicking before it melted off. Since it was an atypical day, I took the camera with me and got some shots of Miss Yorkie Princess. A couple turned out really cute, though it's a shame she has to have her leash on because it detracts from the photo.

What IS typical in this area are the crazy-ass drivers who can't seem to either SLOW DOWN or pay attention to what they're doing. The problem, of course, is we're not allowed to use salt in these parts, so the snow stays on most of the major streets, gets packed down from the cars driving all around and then ices over so it's slick as snot. Plus, we only have about 5 plows for the entire city so even larger side-roads stay snowy for a long time.

I never minded snowy days in New England because the streets were usually always clear. Sure, you had to shovel yourself out of your driveway, but once you got on the roads it was fairly smooth sailing.

But here? No way. I don't have (many) concerns about driving in the snow and ice itself (key is to just go slow and steady); what I worry about most is other drivers. And in this part of the country, you couldn't pay me enough to get in my car on a day like this!

As Parker Parker once said, "good in snow" is not something you buy; it sits in the driver's seat.