Who's got some hot chocolate?

This is the view from my living room. That's my bar-b-que. Snow is purdy.

There is, however, something all non-snow bound people should know about living in a city with snow. After the beauty has set in, and you really start to feel you are living in a winter wonderland, the city's dirt wins the battle against the snow and the white blanket of soft powder turns into a black icy sludge that persists until spring or the next snowfall. The whole snow vs. grime battle takes about two hours. It sucks.

This has been a public service announcement. Not that I'm bitter.