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NOTE: Yes, yes, I realize that New England got walloped by a wicked buttload of snow from Nemo. Milford, Connecticut? Supposedly, you won with the most snowfall in the region. So, you have that going for you. And the fact you have Stratford separating you from Bridgeport. But, you live in New England. Why do you think the pioneers moved west? Although-sidebar, your honor?-when they were getting scalped or eating Papa Donner, I'm thinking they were reconsidering their stance on blizzards.
We only got a few inches here in Southeast Pennsylvania (that’s what she said). Pretty much to cover the dog turds. And midgets.
Once upon a time, a young man (hey, I’m the one writing this. I can write ‘young’ man if I want!), looked out of his window. A winter storm had deposited a sparkling blanket of snow on his driveway (well, more than his driveway, but you get the picture).
Donning parka, gloves, wool hat, ski goggles, and pants (which I would think goes without saying), our hero (which also happens to be the name for a sandwich) thought he’d use the snowblower to clear the driveway for his wife.
Another sidebar, you honor?
Q: Why was the snowman happy?
A: He heard the snowblower was coming.
Who had to go to work.
Yeah, that sucks.
Anyway, he decided he needed to clear a sufficient amount of snow to allow said wife to leave. However, she ended up getting a ride from a friend before the young man (remember: my story) got outside.
Had to check “Words With Friends” first, dontcha know.
Even though he no longer had to hurry to clear the driveway, he decided to go out anyway. After all, he was dressed now.
Cutting a broad swath down one end, turning around, then removing Mother Nature’s frosty mantle of white from the other, the driveway was nearly cleared.
Patting himself on the back for a job well done, the young man spotted a clump of mud halfway to the house. Since he wanted to leave a pristine path for his wife upon her return from (like I said, that sucks), he aimed his snowblower towards to clear it away.
Little did he know that, halfway though the job, a chain had slipped off one of his wheels and dropped onto the snow.
Moral of the Story: Keep your glasses on when shoveling, even though the ski goggles fog them up. Because that may NOT be a clump of mud.
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