That's a whack of snow.

What we really need to do is get in tune with our inner selves. We've gotten way out of whack with our hunger cues. Is it hunger, is it thirst, am I eating because I'm upset or depressed, am I eating because it's there?

I really want to whack someone.

The actual falling snow is almost gone now apart from in the extreme East of the country. As temperatures rise the snow that is left on the ground will thaw although there will be some left around tomorrow morning.

Whack, whack. It never grows back.

I felt like I was in a dream out there. I felt totally surreal - like 'What's going on?' Mary Sue's in and is playing second, then the next end she's playing lead so it was just very confusing. I still don't know how we won the game, quite frankly.