Snice?

Living in the Carolinas is great for the most part.  

Short Winters, extended Summers and the shoulder seasons of Spring and Fall are just delightful around here.

But if North Carolina were to have a  Modus Operandi, I would have to say that you can expect an ice storm or two practically every year.  

You might get lucky one year and have a nice deep snowstorm, but an ice storm?  

Count on it.

Every freaken year.

We got ours last night.  They say we got about a 1/2 inch of freezing rain, then sleet on top of that.  

When I opened the door this morning to let the dogs out, three pairs of noses quivered in the crisp, icy 20 degree air and butts began to back up until Mama Bear ordered "GO POTTY" in a stern croaking voice.


They all stepped out and reached the steps that I had covered with old towels (to give traction - I'll rip them off later) and I watched the dogs tip-toe across the ice to add a bit of yellow ice to the landscape.

I expected Casey (at 80 lbs) to break through the ice but she glided around on the skating rink like a big round ballerina. 

SM calls this "Snice" a combination of snow and ice.  

The only nice thing about this "Snice" is that it didn't kill the power.  

Yet.