Friday, January 14, 2011

Weekend at last

I really shouldn't be complaining. I had two days off this week because of the snow. One of them didn't feel like a day off. I did have to shovel some of the driveway.  Thankfully, my brother arrived just before the "crying" point. I call that mound of snow at the end of the driveway, the one that's piled up at least 3 feet high because of the plow. It's the type of snow that's so heavy and hard that you have to hack at it before you can shovel. It's that part of the driveway where I usually start to cry, hence the name. But I was rescued and what would have taken me hours to shovel, his snow blower took care of it within 10 minutes. He was actually whistling while he was doing it to demonstrate how easy it was to do. Bastard! I can say this because he called me a nasty name when I had the second day off and he only had a two hour delay.

I am glad that it is the long weekend. I can do some quality writing.

Peace out,

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