It is now 18 degrees outside, we have at least an inch of ice on the ground, perhaps two, covered by four inches of snow with more still coming down. The snow isn't supposed to stop until early tomorrow morning.
These are two semis, stuck on the ramp between two highways, about a mile from my house. Ugh. Sure, this is nowhere close to Eskimo weather and certainly not a Nor'easter. But we are under a blizzard warning because the visibility and temperature is so low and the wind is gusting over 35 mph. Travel advisories are up and every school between here and Bartlesville is closed. And do I need to add that Okies aren't exactly used to snow? *scary drivers*
My car is a block of ice on wheels. I can't get any of the doors open because they are frozen shut, despite my best efforts at breaking the ice up with a shoe (so as not to damage the car, I'm not a complete nut). Luckily, the toilet paper supply is holding up, lol.
And, I'm wondering, is running to the store in a mad dash the right before a forecasted storm to get your necessities a Southern thing? Never fails, it threatens to storm and everyone is in the toilet paper aisle.
Other than that, I'm bored stiff from being stuck here involuntarily and my children are about to drive me mad.