There are a lot of differences between northern Minnesota and the Twin Cities, not the least of which is the weather. If there is one thing I've learned, it's that it never snows in the Cities. Instead, there are "snow events." Major snow events, relatively major snow events and, well, flurries. I give to you my morning wait for the bus, courtesy of Bob Ross and his happy fucking trees...

This morning was considered a major snow event, as was evidenced by the 120 buses stuck in various snowbanks across this fair(ly polluted) land.

This picture is actually of Blake High School, as seen from my bus stop. Can't even see it, can you? Do you see all the snow and chilliness built up on the side of those trees? That very same thing built up on my neck, ear and the side of my face. I wore a ponytail this morning, sans hat, since the power was out and I couldn't blow dry my hair. I thought for sure I was going to lose an ear to frostbite.

I love Minnesota!

Last week it was 50 and sunny and I saw more than one eager beaver sauntering around in shorts and t-shirts. Mother Nature wrote, kids. She said not yet.

I enjoyed much slipping and sliding and ankle twisting and car dodging and mascara dripping today, but it kind of makes me think I might be ready for spring.

Anyone want a cat? He's always this cute, I promise.