Let It Snow?

We had our first snow last night.  The kids loved it.  When I got home, the front yard showed tell-tale signs of wild, snow-day fun, and a very cute snowman was still standing cheerily on the grass, smiling at me.  Quaint, puffy flakes were still fluttering quietly from the sky, stilling the frantic noises of the city.

You could have taken our neighborhood and put it directly on a wall calendar.

Now, however, it's been 24 hours since those charming flakes began to fall and, well, the novelty is wearing thin.  The snow is no longer fresh and inviting--it's like a white layer of rock.  And I had to hack away at a quarter-inch of ice on my car's windshield this morning.  And there is the little fact that said car (that's lawyerese for "the car I just mentioned") does not have a working heater--no warmth, no defrost.  In fact, the only mechanism for defrosting the windshield is to keep the windows open so the air circulates.

My teeth are still chattering.

Yep.  I think I'm ready for summer.

MOJ