I was a brave girl and headed to see my Favorite Egg this weekend, despite the unpredictable storm that was brewing. I left a bit earlier than I normally would to get out there. As I headed down 70 the snow started and I was starting to get unhappy by the time I reached his exit and followed the salt truck a long way down the backroad. But I made it in advance of the ick, so that was good. We had planned to head back out for dinner and a grocery run. That boy is brave. I had to take a few deep breaths along the way, but we made our run w/o issue.
Come morning there was a full foot of snow. Keep in mind, that things were to be worse "back here" so I was monitoring what everyone else was posting (one person saying 20" another saying 30"). Gah. I had taken extra food for the dogs, just in case, so I could have waited until Monday if it came down to it. By some miracle the roads were cleared out there quickly, and I was hearing good things about back here. I am very shocked that the trip home was mostly dry and clear. I'm proud of you Western PA. That is might impressive.
Of course, my driveway was a mess. My plow guy did come through on Saturday, but so did the idiots who love to put everything from up the road into my driveway. My tenant was shoveling for a while and I still had to go out there and do more digging after getting home. I hate snow. At least the girls love it. They had a blast out back (while I shoveled some of the weight off of the deck).