Everything here is covered, covered in ice. Plants, roads, patio furniture, cars, mailboxes, even little piles of doggie poo.

Troy and I stood outside for a few minuites last night and listened to the tree branches creak and break under all the pressure from the ice. We have been without power since yesterday at two, and for a change i'm actually relieved to be at work, although it's a little distracting when big chunks of ice keep hitting the roof.

I told Troy we pretty much had the ideal romantic situation, candles, fireplace, no electricity, time to get FRE-KAY! Except for his granpa snoring on the couch, that is.

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