Let It Snow... And Snow. And Snow. And Jesus, More Snow?

With all the snow here, I have to wonder if there’s a song comparable to “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring” for this kind of weather. I’ve decided to write one. It goes like this: it’s snowing it’s snowing, without Rebecca really knowing. Obviously, it’s a work in progress. Meanwhile, my one pair of thick heeled, closed toe shoes are taking a beating. They’re a glorious pair of Born ankle boots with an adorable button at the top. The caramel brown is to die for but alas, the snow is making them a poop brown in parts while the salt is bleaching the heels. If anymore damage is done, I may have to part with them. Now that, my friends, is a tragedy. Could life as a suburban house girlfriend be any harder? I think not. After all, bleached heels are the ultimate sign of suffering. Take that Africa.