That's a photo of my shed-to-be on the trailer, as seen this morning from our kitchen window.
The shed that Walu and our neighbors were going to help me raise this weekend.
Under newly falling snow.
Brothers and sisters, I know I have no right to complain about a little dusting of the white stuff, not when the rest of North America is buried under eight feet of it, courtesy of Snowpocalypse, 2010. But this is LBB, people.
LBB, of the 300 sunny days a year.
This. Is. Not. Right.