Congratulations on your successful survival of the Snowpocalypse!
Did you find yourself shouting to the heavens? Were you cursing the Gods for their precipitous wrath, or thanking them for a restful snow day? Either way, it’s very likely this magic word came across your lips:
It’s the word a mother demands of her child before a third helping of dessert. It’s the state an emperor needs to be in to give you the thumbs up and let you fight another battle. It can be so many things, and rather than define it too narrowly, we want you to go nuts!