Amy had a half-day today at work, so we went out for breakfast.


Check out those sidewalks! Man they are pristine.


Guess who ISN'T going to be driving anywhere until the spring thaw? Me. Cuz that's the back view of my car.


When she saw me taking a picture of the icicles, Amy scoffed, "You can make an 8 foot icicle," but I never asked her what technique she would use. Maybe she just wanted to make it clear that if the situation called for it, she could make an 8 foot icicle.


These trees don't have a stereotypical dusting of snow on them, which is too bad, because otherwise they are very satisfactory.


So, I took a picture of the dude plowing the parking lot. He saw me and gave me the thumb's up.


Then he tried to dislodge the snow from his plow so I could see the sticker he had glued to his plow. "Most guys have plain plows," he said, "but mine says 4 X 4." He then promised me he'd get the snow off so I could see, and kicked the plow a few times. Sadly, it didn't work. (But I got a GREAT shot!)


This is what happened when I said, "Okay, now pose with your plow."


At the time, I felt that there was something really amusing, really hi-larious, about a water ice place covered with a big snowdrift. Now? Not so much.


A local divebar burnt down again. Amy tried to tell me what an insurance nightmare the place must be, but I thought "Deedle-eedle-eedle" in my head until she stopped talking.



This is what the road looked like on the way back from breakfast. Note the mini snow-drift on the hood of Amy's car.


That's it!