The outside, really.
Yes, those are my feet. In like a foot of snow.
Footsteps in the snow. And the frosty foggy breathing that accompanies said snow.
I thought this was pretty :)
I froze my fingers off to get these shots. It was not well thought out. My fingers are killing me.
And I need me a snow day. So, masses, think if we email the president (McRobbie or Obama, whatever works) repeatedly with the winter weather warning, we'll get the snow day?
Right?
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