Bears dancing during our recent blizzard, right?
I am so sorry that my blog has practically flat-lined these days. No excuses. It’s just flat-lined. And the line is covered with snow.
Snow, snow, snow. That’s all we think about these days. You can start a conversation talking about anything–politics, religion, friendships–and it all comes back to the same thing. “How much snow you got? Are you finished shoveling out? How’s your plowing doing?”
The answer to the above questions are:
a) We got 17-22 inches in that last blizzard, thank you very much, how much did YOU get?
b) No. We are Not finished shoveling out yet. Please come over. Bring an extra shovel or two. I will feed you cookies (not that they’re sweet cookies. They’re healthy cookies. If you’re interested in health, you can have one of those oatmeal cookies. If you’re suspicious, I don’t blame you. Please have a cup of tea instead. Or beer. If you’re a beer drinker that drinks IPA’s. We’ve got about six of them in the frig downstairs.)
c) Our plowing is at a stand-still. Kind of flat-lined, just like my blog. Not for lack of trying, my friends! We spent five hours yesterday plowing out that wet, heavy, unheard-of, crazy, wet-blue snow. Five hours! And we’ve only accomplished two-thirds of the driveway. My car is still buried. I will show you a picture of my buried car from two days ago. Pity party welcome!