Well, if you live in Maine, he's probably outisde doing this (click for full size):
Notice the smile on dear hubby's face? Well m'dears, it's only there because this is the first time he's actually had to shovel any of the lovely white stuff. I give it, oh let's say, 10 minutes and that smile will be gone and replaced with furrowed eyebrows, freezing nose and fingertips and mind completely set once and for all on getting that stupid snow-blower we've been debating about getting for the last several months.
We had a 20% chance of snow yesterday. Well folks, it's been snowing since 9AM yesterday and 9" later, it's still snowing. I'm not even going to bother listening to the local weather dorks, (and I'll save myself permanent retina damage by avoiding the glare created by their stupid "snow sweaters" they adorn themselves with whenever we get winter storms. Good Lord, I can't believe their wives let them leave the house in those things!) or opening weather bug because they all LIE!
If this is 20% I'd hate to see what 70% or anything greater is. Oh but wait, I have seen it...it's called the winter of '04/'05....I think we got over 100" that year. I shoveled and shoveled and shoveled until I thought I'd have a cardiac event! And why didn't dear hubby get to join in the fun that year? Well that's beacause USCIS (Immigration for you folks not in the know) thought it would be fun to make us wait 11 months whilst we dealt with all the riggamarole of immigrating a loved-one (that would be the hubby) to the US. So Gareth and I remained on opposite sides of the pond that year. Lovely process isn't it. But that's another topic altogether.
Well I guess this means I get to torture the little imp and once and for all put her in that snow suit we bought for her and let her loll around in the stuff for a bit.
More later. I think I'm going to go make myself a nice big cup of hot cocoa and watch Gareth enjoy one of the perks of living in Maine, in the winter time.
