ICE ICE BABY*
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho!" was the reply.
I obliged, and so--after a glass of white wine and a round of Mario Party on the tried and true N64--I nestled into bed.
Making way into my car was remarkably easy; the door hinges were forgiving, not frozen. Scraping off the marbled ice, though, was altogether another task. A pretty one, though.
* I will now have that terrible song stuck in my head for the rest of the evening.