Thanks to the UPS guy who couldn’t get around me and my burly next door neighbor, my truck is back in its spot. Ahead of me is a bunch of shovelling, back pain and swearing. I mean lots and lots of swearing. Sailor-scale swearing. Stubbed your little toe on the dresser swearing. Yeah, that much. I mean, I’m from Tucson, Arizona. We don’t get two feet of snow. Stupid snow.

4 thoughts on “Demi-Success

  1. So now you can ask Santa to bring you a snow blower for Christmas. On second thought, maybe you should ask the Easter Bunny for one.

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