Snow.
The White Stuff.
Fluffy Hell From Above.
Merde Bianca.
Whatever you call it, this stuff can be noisome. We just got sent home from work because the local sheriff's department has called for emergency travel only on the roads (and after having a fun time sliding through slush while trying to figure out exactly where the road is, I understand why.) How are you all dealing with your encounters with the cold fluffy terror?
The White Stuff.
Fluffy Hell From Above.
Merde Bianca.
Whatever you call it, this stuff can be noisome. We just got sent home from work because the local sheriff's department has called for emergency travel only on the roads (and after having a fun time sliding through slush while trying to figure out exactly where the road is, I understand why.) How are you all dealing with your encounters with the cold fluffy terror?
