... we are going to have a white Christmas! Last week everything was fine, the local deer were romping in the driveway and pasture. Last night it started flurrying when I drove down the hill to go dancing, 33 miles... a forty-five minute drive. Left at 11:30... took 2 1/2 hours to get home. Flatlanders were stacked up in accidents and stranded in the roads like cordwood. I hope they froze to death. This is what I woke up to this morning. My little baby didn't want to poop... her bottom was cold. Had planned on doing some casting today... looks like I'm going to spend the day on the skid steer. We're supposed to get up to another foot before tonight. On the bright side, it keeps Little Stevie and Zombie Steve away from here. See that, there really is a Santa Claus! Where the hell are my boots? Jack Wanna kill these ads? We can help!