Are you kidding me?! How do you go from predicting 8 to 12 inches of snow to the little bit of slushy mess my snow shovel scoffed at? Seriously, I felt the shovel questioning why I ever took it outside. Like Sting (the Tolkien sword, not the overblown, pompous rock star), it searched valiantly for frozen foes to vanquish, discovered… Read more →
Ice melt spread liberally on walks and stairs – check Ergonomic snow shovel – check Website bookmarked for business and school closings – check Hastily procured provisions from grocery store, bought in panicked frenzy (as is the custom) – check Altar to ward off snow gods – check Snow Yeti traps . . . Crap, I knew I forgot something.