Yep Bob, we are going to enjoy it here in the 'burgh then toss it over your way.

And now has to be the time that my windshield juice pump decides to die. Sticking my head out the window and spitting just doesn't work as well.

And I ran out of salt for the sidewalk.

And I lost the left hand of my favorite gloves.

And there's a stalagmite growing up over my dryer vent.

And, and...I'll think of more. Whining about winter feels better than whining about PN right now.