That same weekend that Scottie murdered all the icicles, we got rain that quickly froze into a coating of ice. Over everything.
On that Saturday evening we went out for dinner, parking Smokey's white Subaru on the driveway in front of my red minivan when re returned home.
Sunday morning we found this.
The Subaru, even though parked at least eight feet away from the van, had slid gently downhill overnight and had come to rest kissing the bumper of my car. It all happened so gently that neither car sustained any damage.
Now THAT is icy.
