This, this is why the husband will have to drag me kicking and screaming to live in New England! I'll take my hot, muggy homeland that is completely paralyzed by a half inch of ice once every 4 or 5 years. We were all shivering uncontrollably in 34 degrees. It was 80 here on Saturday. That's my kind of winter no matter how pretty the snow.

You have my utmost sympathy for the snow shoveling. May it not be necessary again for a long time.