You know that "White Christmas" thing...
...I'm over it.
I like winter. I like snow. But six inches a day for a week is too damn much. It's Christmas Eve. So far today I've spent 3 fucking hours shoveling snow. I got up this morning, shoveled for an-hour-and-a-half, dealt with something else, came back to finish the job (another half hour to deal with the foot of the driveway). Broke my good shovel, finished with the old crappy one.
I went in and showered and changed to run some errands, and came out to find the fucking plow had been by and my driveway was 18" dep in packed snow again. FUCK. Fuck-fucking fuck it. Another half hour shoveling heavy wet snow with a piece-of-shit shovel. Fuck. The upper half of the driveway where the car was parked is deep enough I'm almost stuck. Run errands (stores are crazy the afternoon of Christmas Eve!), get back, and decide to park on the street so I can deal with the upper drive way. Get stuck trying to turn around in the chruch lot across the street. (Thanks, neighbor Harry!). Another half hour to shovel out the upper drive way so I can park off the street and hopefully still be able to get to my grandmother's for Christmas Day tomorrow. Enough already. Ass-pissing cunt-farting three feet of snow in five days, and now it's going to rain all weekend -- why do I live here again?
Resolved:
1) I am not leaving the house again today.
2) Assuming I'm still living here, my next car will have all-wheel drive. This is no longer negotiable.
3) Michigan can go fuck herself. Michigan can fuck herself bloody and sterile with a shovel handle. Sideways.
OK, I'm done venting; I can move on now.
--SMQ
I like winter. I like snow. But six inches a day for a week is too damn much. It's Christmas Eve. So far today I've spent 3 fucking hours shoveling snow. I got up this morning, shoveled for an-hour-and-a-half, dealt with something else, came back to finish the job (another half hour to deal with the foot of the driveway). Broke my good shovel, finished with the old crappy one.
I went in and showered and changed to run some errands, and came out to find the fucking plow had been by and my driveway was 18" dep in packed snow again. FUCK. Fuck-fucking fuck it. Another half hour shoveling heavy wet snow with a piece-of-shit shovel. Fuck. The upper half of the driveway where the car was parked is deep enough I'm almost stuck. Run errands (stores are crazy the afternoon of Christmas Eve!), get back, and decide to park on the street so I can deal with the upper drive way. Get stuck trying to turn around in the chruch lot across the street. (Thanks, neighbor Harry!). Another half hour to shovel out the upper drive way so I can park off the street and hopefully still be able to get to my grandmother's for Christmas Day tomorrow. Enough already. Ass-pissing cunt-farting three feet of snow in five days, and now it's going to rain all weekend -- why do I live here again?
Resolved:
1) I am not leaving the house again today.
2) Assuming I'm still living here, my next car will have all-wheel drive. This is no longer negotiable.
3) Michigan can go fuck herself. Michigan can fuck herself bloody and sterile with a shovel handle. Sideways.
OK, I'm done venting; I can move on now.
--SMQ