And for the third time in about as many weeks, we get hit with a snowstorm. We didn't get clobbered as badly as the Christmas blizzard, but there's still a respectable amount on the ground out there. Fortunately, the snowblower ate it almost all up. (Can you tell I'm still enamored with the blower? I swear, that and the Kindle are the two best gifts I got this Christmas.) In fact, what took up the most time this morning was clearing off the car and breaking through the plow wall at the end of the driveway. Everything else, gone in moments.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.