My husband lives in St. Louis so I spent a week with him there on New Year's. When I got there, the weather wasn't so bad, but on the day I was supposed to fly out, our entire view of our condo was white out conditions. I panicked because I was supposed to fly back to Cleveland that day, and of course, my flight got cancelled. We tried to get out of our driveway, but there was no reasonably safe way to drive down the streets of Downtown St. Louis. My poor husband tried, shoveling the snow from in front of our garage to only see HUGE mounds of snow all along Lindell Blvd. Thank god, because I was probably wrong in my want to drive back to Cleveland that night! I'm still currently waiting to get back home, after having my third flight delayed. Here's to flight #4!