Why. Won't. It stop. Snowing?
I mean, look, it is beautiful out. There are two inches or more of snow on every branch and bush, and the sun's out and a light wind is knocking fluffs of snow of the trees and everything is sparkly. I wished I'd remembered my camera this morning. I acknowledge that sometimes I live in a Canadian postcard.
But there is stealth ice and snow up my pant legs and I hate shovelling and why won't it stooooooooooop? D: D: D:
Okay, I'm done.
ETA:
This makes me feel a lot better, though. Just. Ed! Greg! Team! Family! ♥! I don't have words for my love. adfghrt