What I did AFTER I got home from work

So as I said yesterday, we got a foot of snow over the weekend. Of course, I did not have my car in the garage, for reasons far too lengthy and preposterous to go into at this juncture, but since a snow emergency had been declared, I had to get the sucker moved over to the other side of the street by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. I sort of knew I'd been plowed in by the one snowplow that had cut a swath down the middle of the street, but I had been carefully not paying attention to just how distasteful the situation was, until I got home and could no longer continue in denial:

( A lovely wintry photo essay illustrating the theme of 'Why I am ready to get the hell OUT of Minnesota.' )