Well, I SAID I wanted to see some snow while I was home. And here at the Jersey Shore, BOY HAVE WE GOT SNOW.
Yeah, that's my grandmother's yardstick, buried 25 1/2 inches in the snow just outside the back porch. (Which I had to shovel. OUCH, ice crystals flying 50 mph into my face!) And that's by no means the highest drift.
I'm terribly excited, no sarcasm, I love snow! Squee! Tomorrow I shall go out and leap through it like a mad toddler. :D