Being attacked by the weather

Here is a Facebook Status conversation I initiated today (my comments in white, their in green...)

Erin at 3:29pm -
Erin wonders how snow somehow flies up vertically beneath her glasses.

Brandon at 3:34pm -
Stop breathing.

Cat at 3:38pm -
Ew.

Erin at 3:43pm
They are like kamikazi flakes, diving in and then swooping up for the kill.

Karen at 3:46pm
LMAO You need goggles.

Einar at 3:50pm
I think it's your lovely peepers who attract the flakes. I mean, the snowflakes.

Brandon at 3:51pm
It's because your eyes are so BIG. Maybe try squinting.

Erin at 4:10pm
I feel like Gloucester in King Lear.

Brandon at 4:16pm
Your bastard son had you blinded, too?

Erin at 4:23pm
Bastard snowflakes.