
I walked into the living room, and... this is what I saw. Either a ghost is moving my seat cushions OR my skirt caught the edge of the cushion and flipped it up when I walked by (after gawking at the snow out the front window).
Snowpocolypse pictures coming later, after I get over the crushingly depressing fact that it's snowing more, and there's more shoveling in my future. *groan*