Here's the shrub just outside my front door:
In an effort to wear them out, I had my boys work on shoveling the
glacier sidewalk. After fifteen minutes of hacking away at it, their efforts looked like this (don't ask me what they thought they'd accomplish with the brooms):
All that stuff on the ground is not snow, it's solid ice. When you step on it, your foot doesn't crunch down to the ground, like you'd expect. Instead, there's no give--kind of like stepping onto an ice rink. Though it's hard to tell from this picture, my beloved Razorback flag is frozen solid in this position:
We are SOCKED in, with no meltage in sight. School is already canceled for tomorrow. Many, many people in my state are without power, though thankfully my family is toasty warm and wearing out the DVD player.
And today, my five year old tried to convince me that the best cure for his headache would be a bowl of Cheetos. That has absolutely nothing to do with the ice, I just thought it was funny.