was peacefully shovelling snow this morning....need to do it before the kids are out.....their Mom's often shush them and whisper "no dear, that's not Santa"
I was doing the same...and thinking wistfully back on my punk rock apartment days when I did not even own a fucking snow shovel.
Isn't happiness a warm snow shovel?Or some such thing..
It is like winters of old around here. Not much snow in Van - around two feet of it here in the Biblical Sticks forecast by the end of the weekend.
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