… I haz them. With oranges.
All this talk about Juno (when did they start naming snow storms?) and Stormaggeddon. Honestly, at the risk of sounding like one of the four Yorkshire men, when I were a lass I often used to have to walk to school in waist-deep snow. We just bundled up and donned our mukluks. Photos of the Juno afflicted areas look like regular winter days in the places I grew up. Of course, I’d hate it now, but hey, that’s why I live here.