Be careful what you wish for!

snow blocked driveway

I’m guilty. I complained. “Where’s the snow?” I asked. It sounded more like a complaint than a question.

Then we got eight inches of snow.

Then it started raining.

Four hours later, I got home. It took me thirty minutes to dig out the mail box, and another hour to clear most of the drive way.

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