To each their own, but right now I would opt to hole up in my Kelvinator kitchen rather than march around in the snow. The
fourteen inches of snow which is currently suffocating my senses, as well as the landscape. [There's more to come tomorrow, I hear. Joy.] Although on second thought, if I had one of those snood/kerchief/babushka things to keep my head warm as does our 1947 fashion plate, I might reconsider.
