I have three pairs of snow boots. And, still last week I had to borrow a pair of Julie's boots.
Recently, we've had snow, mud, ice and slush--all mixed together. A typical step starts with a crunch as you break through a thin layer of ice, then a mush as you sink through snow and finally a slog as you land in murky water puddled above the frozen ground.
On Thursday, I realized I had left a pair of boots at school. My second pair of boots was damp from a walk with Charlie the day earlier. The third pair of boots had holes an inch or two from the soles making them unsuitable for the occasion. So, I borrowed a pair of Julie's boots.
That, my friends, is a commentary on Michigan weather.