I am SO tagging that, CindyI'm flattered.
There is a long line of snow coming right at the right time for our big family decisions (and snow at weird times...like May).Your family obviously belongs in New England, vw. My paternal grandmother was buried during a snow storm in May. Um, it may have been before you were born, though. Darn. I always forget how old I am until one of you whipper snappers reminds me.
I just think it's so funny that she's using it right now when it's snowing like every. other. day.Yes. Very funny. Which reminds me, Scott *still* has not called about our snow blower which we've only had for a year, and which has only worked once this winter. I don't even feel badly for him at this point.
Nah, just wait a couple of years. If you listen to my father, that right there is one of the primary reasons people spawn in the first place.
Yes brenda, but children are experts at acting helpless, and are so lazy, when there's actual work to be done, that if I could get someone else cheap, it would totally be worth my money and my zen to do so. That said, I have two big boys and a good sized girl. They *will* be shoveling in a few years, like it or not, because I don't see us striking it rich, any time soon.
When my neck was acting up, I was going to send Ben out to shovel the steps, but the snow turned to freezing rain, and my motherly instincts got the better of me. I shoveled it myself, and did my neck no favors, but at least it shut up the "He'll catch his death of cold," voices in my head.
Nora, I'm right there with you, ass of little brain and all.
GUS! Welcome, um, somewhere closer to home than you were, previously.