Some places get romantic snow days, and are all like: “Sorry! Can’t go to work! Have to stare out the window with my cats, drink warm lavender-rhubarb hot chocolate and make sweet potato cardamom pancakes while I watch a virgin layer of snow fall on my completely refurbished air-stream trailer. Maybe I should put on another She & Him record!?” But in Baton Rouge it’s all like: “Today ice bee-bees are mercilessly beating down on me from the heavens. Since the structure and insulation of my house has no discernible difference from an old barn I’ll crank up the oven to 500 degrees and leave it wide open.” Then, to try and make it more cute and cozy you pull out a canvas and try to paint something. It turns out really bad and you just say it was supposed to be “folk art”.