We have a really long driveway. I curse the driveway on sunny days. I curse it even more on snowy days. And with 24 inches of snow in said driveway, neither HDHusband nor I were entirely thrilled with the idea of shoveling it all out. But it had to be done.

Because HDH wasn't quick on the draw this morning, I decided to start cleaning off the steps out front - and I learned that we have TOO MANY STEPS. It was fun though - stepping outside and seeing almost every person on our street out front, forced to talk to each other. This is such a 'garage' neighborhood: everyone comes and goes that way.

When it came time to do the driveway, I sent HDH out and figured I'd see him either by dinner, or when he threw his back out. Luckily, a neighbor had a snowblower and offered it to us, all we had to do was pay for the gas. No problem!


Look, kids! A rare photo of the elusive HDHusband. He's not blending in well with the environment, but thank God for him this morning or that shit would still be piled in ass deep. He tells me we're getting a snowblower for the future.

In other news, I gave HDToddler a present last night to keep him out of my hair. I grabbed it from the top of the pile and forgot really what it was I gave him: a Batman sword.

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You swing it, it makes noise. It lights up. When HDH saw it, he said, "Nice, HDW. There goes the Christmas tree". So far, so good. It's actually pretty cool. But said sword has not left the Bug's side for 24 hours. He took it to bed last night. He took it to nap today and then didn't nap.

We've had only one major incident while being snowed in. HDHusband drank my last Pepsi (and Howard knows all about the 'nectar of the gods'!). I gave him a nasty look, to which he said, "How long before my carcass is tossed into the front yard?". Not long, my friend - not long.

HDHusband is now out in the elements buying groceries and a case of Pepsi for me.

As it should be.