Snow and it's psychological ramifications

Some of it stuck. Not enough to build a snowman and too wet to lay down and make a snow angel. Instead I went out and scraped enough off the Alfa to throw a couple snowballs at my amphibian and my Bristol. Then I came inside and bragged about it to you. Brings out the child, doesn't it?
By the way, the amphibian's name is Gokwiis; it sounds like it might be some kind of mythical sea monster, but it's just an acronym for "God only knows what it is"