After making fun of how people react to an inch of snow here, I finally got to experience a decent snowfall. Naturally, this led to catastrophe.
On my end, I left work before the snow started and ate fried chicken in my Command Center. The official wife was not so lucky and ended up taking four hours to get home.
I also am the only person in the neighborhood with a snow shovel, it seems. But that’s only because I am not awesome enough to own a flamethrower.