Summary: A saw a sign the other day while out on a drive, a sign that said this: Frost Heaves. <br> <br> And I almost had to stop and compose myself, because I was so deeply distressed by the fact that frost can't heave in private (and I'm not a histrionic sort of girl), and saddened that a frost's heave has to be announced clearly for any old asshole who happens to be driving by...
