random acts of violence against unsuspecting forces of nature
so…if I ever catch The Niño in a dark alley I’m going to kick him right in the low pressure system.
Why the hell was I dealing with 11 inches of snow only two days removed from temparatures in the low 70’s!?
In an attempt to magnify the amount of snow I had to deal with, I will throw around some numbers: while snowblowing the sidewalk in front of our house, I was able to fill our entire front yard…we’re talking 26 feet by 7.5 feet by 4.5 feet deep. We’re talking 877.5 cubic feet of snow! That’s like the size of you backyard pool. All from the sidewalk.
I would throw around the numbers for the snow in our driveway, but I never finished it. It seems that someone (me) left a part of the garden hose trailing off into the driveway and the snowblower, being as indiscriminate as it is, decided a tubal ligation was in order. A three-foot section ended up wrapped around the end of the axle so tight that it actually popped the axle off of the snowblower!
oh, and had the Great St. Patrick’s Day Garden Hose Circumcision not happened, the driveway still wouldn’t get done because the battery in the Jeep was dead. It seems that somebody (me) didn’t shut the truck very well Friday night and the dome lights threw an all-night bender.
Yeah, so The Niño…you’d better watch your back. And don’t even think about pulling somw warm, tropical air from the Gulf to make up for it…not this time…you must face the music…