This morning I got up and got dressed to shovel us out of the two feet of snow covering our driveway. Steve managed to pull his lead out of the ground and was trying to run around like a crazy dog in the snow, but he kept falling through rolling in it, and I tried to bumble around after him, catching his line only to have it slip through my mittens. At one point he jerked me over INTO the snow. We had some neighbors outside who were laughing and laughing, and then I started laughing, and eventually I managed to drag Steve inside. I went back out and was about five shovelfuls into the driveway (and wheezing like there was no tomorrow) when one of the men came up and offered to snowblow the drive.

Bryan came outside to dig the snow from between our cars, and in that manner the driveway was cleared off.

So we met some neighbors. Turns out they'd all gone out walking on Friday, too, and they had also stopped for a drink on the way home.

Only the major roads were plowed and the lots were still bad, so we decided to put on backpacks and walk to the grocery store since we were pretty much out of food. The Giant Eagle lot was pretty icy and there were TONS of cars. We ended up standing in line with a guy who had obviously driven all the way to the store to buy a half gallon of organic milk. A HALF GALLON OF ORGANIC MILK. Emergency supplies, my ass. We were also in line with a dude who was buying staple foods and booze. There's a man after my own heart.

Then we walked home. I was surprised how many people were out driving, although maybe their roads were plowed, whereas ours was still totally covered.