No guys, this post has nothing to do with Valentines Day.
I hate February snow. It's the worst. You finish up the holidays, celebrate New Years, and odds are get teased by a couple warmer than usual days in January. You start thinkin', "hey, the worst of winter's almost over," and inevitably your thoughts turn to warmer weather, opening day of trout season, and other more pleasant things.
All is good until...'BAM!'...Mother Nature turns into a vengeful Emeril Lagasse and raises not one, but two middle fingers in your face and drops 2 feet of snow on your head out of spite. Seems to happen every year, I'm not sure why I'm still surprised or upset by this Mid-Atlantic fact of life.