Ok, so they were forcastin' all kinds of gloom and doom here the last couple of days. We got a lot of gloom but not much doom, at least in my neck of the woods. Springfield, where my husband drives into work, got a little more than us.
But we did get enough ice that when I stepped out on the deck steps, the next thing I knew I was at the bottom, AND my butt never touched the ground! Don't ask me how that worked. It just about gave me a heart attack though. From now on, I'm goin' out the back porch way. It's concrete but it has an old cistern under it and it keeps the concrete warmer so that nothin' stays on it for long. Safer for less 'graceful' exits.