Ironically enough my nephew happens to be a Richard III and yesterday was his birthday. I think he's rather enjoying the snow, but I just spent a few minutes trying to take my girlfriend to a babysitting gig and after two blown stop signs and subsequent skids aided by the comfort of snow banks (more forgiving than parked cars or pedestrians), we decided that the money wasn't worth the risk of a wreck.

Though it isn't all bad.

Scratch the title of this post. I'm sure the snow was a birthday wish come true for my nephew, and my girl and I get to spend the evening together.

Gosh ... after making a return to Classical Values with a post like this I'd better pack the next one with double the salt and vinegar.