Snowed a bit overnight - mostly turned to rain at some point early in the morning. So, after the plow came through in the wee hours, the bottom of our drive looked like the bottom of a malfunctioning SnoCone machine. An oyster-flavored SnoCone. Yuck.
Have also noticed that around here, they say the roads are 'greasy', not slippery. And kids don't go sledding, they go 'sliding'. I asked Greg if that was a Canadian thing, and he didn't think so. Guess it's specific to NL.
Left Manhattan for St. John's Newfoundland. Love's a helluva drug.
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