That sums it up. But in greater detail, we have here approximately 24 inches of snow covering everything in the mid-Atlantic seaboard. And I had to shovel it. And it seems like I'm the only one in Virginia who feels any kind of moral obligation to shovel his sidewalk. But I digress. The snow-shoveling habits of my fellow Southerners are not the point here--the point is the snow itself.
Snow. And a lot of it. Enough to keep roads closed for days. Enough to close the federal government two full days afterwards, and give a "liberal leave policy" after that. Enough snow to make Hilary push the stroller through the street because people are too lazy to shovel their sidewalks. But I digress.
On a happier note, snow can be lots of fun. See the exhibits below as evidence.
Here's a little snow house I built on our back porch. This is after a week of melting, by the way.
Here is our back yard as seen from the dining room.
Same location, closeup of what's right outside the door. Notice the 24-inch strait edge ruler sticking out of the snow.