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| View out the front door first thing in the morning. |
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| Just so we're clear: I am not happy, nor am I smiling. That is the look on my face that comes when heart and lungs are about to burst, and I am desperately trying to take in more oxygen...oxygen that happens to be 5 degrees, by the way. No. Not happy. at. all. |
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| You can't tell from the picture, but that drift by the porch entryway is shoulder height. Yeah...not looking forward to digging that out of there. I'm thinking of having the girls just jump on it and in it...you know, flatten it out a little. If they pat it down enough, we'll just add some water and make it an ice ramp. That's a little bit of a ridiculous idea, but I'm desperate for solutions to snow removal that do NOT include me shoveling. And is it still called shoveling if you have to reach above hip or shoulder level to "shovel"? |
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| Another view of the great drift that enveloped our house. |
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| Unleashing the girls on the great drift. |
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| I think Moo is standing in the yard? |
Great memories for the girls.
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