It snowed on the Woodside.
Frozen flakes. In Alabama.
No, I do not know if that signifies the apocalypse. No, I do not know where the other half of my clothesline is.
Yes, I drove in the snow. I only lost control of the car once. (Proud of ME.)
I might have been in a little bit of a rush. Look what awaited me, courtesy of JLB:
Crispy hash browns smothered with cheese and topped with perfect, yolky eggs.
I ate the whole thing. I figure I'll be fueled up for the end of the world.
UPDATE: It melted. LAME.