So, either way, take that extra minute and look at that cold, white stuff out the window . . . on the window . . . on the floor . . . in the air . . . heck, it's everywhere, you get my point. It really is pretty cool.
Kitty cat tracks in the white stuff.
In honor of the Olympics in Vancouver, my Minnesota mini-mountain.
My mom-van-that-I-rock-out-in crushed the ice in the parking lot.