Ah que la merde blanche a merdeblanché

A quick Émile Nelligan reference to start off the post... not quite an homage, but a reference nonetheless. 

Isabelle and I spent the weekend out near Val-David at the Auberge du Vieux Foyer and woke up this morning to a nice thick layer of snow. I think peeps back home in Orleans got a similar treatment, but the people out here didn't seem as excited as I was about this white grease.  

Editor's note: I say excited for now, but as soon as Christmas is out of the way, my feelings about snow will be best reflected as in this post's title.