The husband and I have been joking about the massive storm we got that put negative snow on the ground.
Hilariously, we got pizza delivery last night and the poor kid doing deliveries was 30 minutes late, scared to death of flurries and a little slush on the streets. He talked our ear off about how he wasn’t sure he could get out of the horrible Icelandic quagmire that is our street… which was half clear from melting, and while bumpy, wasn’t slick in the least. Poor feller. Of course, he was so baked he could barely keep his eyes open, so that may have been part of his problem.