I'm so anxious waiting for this snowstorm. As if it were Santa. It's 1:00am and I'm still getting up out of bed to peek out the window. I'm just really in the mood for a snowstorm and the idea of a Saturday off in which to go out in the snow just sounds good. I'd much rather my winters be covered in snow than just run on and on as a dry, cracked and frozen tundra.

Snow covers dirt and provides a uniform appearance. Snow makes it look as cold outside as it feels. And makes dogs happy. And driving fun. Among other things.