That's the way I like it
So we got a huge storm on Sunday that dropped another 8-10 inches of snow on us followed by rain. The temperatures dropped and everything turned into a frosty tundra.
Until now, we've been a two shovel family - but after this latest storm, I have declared we will own a snowblower. I don't care if I have to keep it in the living room and put a lamp on it when I'm not using it. We're getting one.
After a few hours of hard shoveling, the snow got weighed down by the rain, we were exhausted and a low-level throb rumbled through my body. I may have exceeded the suggested dosage of Advil.
By Monday we were stiff but functional. We chipped away at some of the ice floes and I salted where I thought it might make a tiny difference. I hope nobody died in front of my house.
Our street looks like it was in some kind of freakish iceberg wreck and little flecks of blue and gray adorn the bergy tops. It's garbage day.
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