My car decided to sit on its fat butt yesterday.  It chose to snuggle in the warmth of my parents' garage rather than move its lardy tush half an inch into our cul-de-sac.14 inches of snow versus a 1995 Chrysler Sebring convertible. Psh. I can't blame the poor guy. [Yes, my car is a dude]. I, too, opted for cozying up next to my mom and sister while we watched movies, played Rummy and ate a stack of nachos higher than the snow outside.The best parts about the bleeezzard:1. Dixie frolicking/jumping like a hyena/burying her bone/freaking out when she can't find the steps to our house in the snow 2. the flocks of robins that pile themselves in the trees outside our house 3. deep blue nighttime skies