It snowed here yesterday, and the city effectively shut down. Apparently power was down in a few spots, but for most (like myself, for instance), it just meant an inch or two of snow on the car. Hardly crisis circumstances. But then, I come from the Midwest, where a foot of snow is just the beginning.

So we had snow. I could deal with it, I swear, at least until my mother called and told me it was 70 degrees that day back in Iowa. Dammit. Why'd I move here again?