Snow. My. God.

It sure has snauxed alot this past week. So much, in fact, that I am calling "uncle" and decamping to London for the weekend.

Which means, of course, it will quit snowing. We've got quite the artistic swoopy piles around us, including that freaky wind-driven snow drift thingy. It has a knife edge top the width of a hair...it's the craziest thing.

I'm bringing Whitey (the iMac, not the husband, though he is rather pale as well) with me, as the hotel advertises free wireless. We'll see.