or how one small bag of sand made me giggle and laugh and scream with joy.
Yup, it's back at about an inch an hour. The flakes are falling so thick and fast I actually choked on one when I took a breath, little f-ers. The road wasn't plowed this morning when I tried to get back in to the driveway so the car got high centered on the berm as I drove in. So I dug and shoveled and... spun the tires making it worse. Then I shoveled the berm out of the way so I could back up a little and... spun the tires making it worse.
Not enough ashes left in the wood stove to make a good path of traction. Spin spin spin.
Looking out the window an hour later, I couldn't stand it so I went out to at least re shovel what I had already cleared. Then... *pop* on comes that lightbulb! There was a bag of sand in that unused dog house up there under that great big tree.... through that waist deep snow and, YES!! 50 pounds of sand. And the angels did sing and there was much rejoicing, at least in my head.
Shovel shovel, sand sand spin spin shovelsssssss sand.... Car is in its spot, the giant back hoe came by and pushed the berm away and the angels in my head sound a bit like Jimmy Buffet.
Start your new year with some happy snoopy dancing!
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