When the snow started, it came down fast and furious and stayed that way for many hours and come 10pm, as it slowed somewhat, I felt it necessary to go out and play with the snowthrower. Here are some things I must bullet:
- I hate the fucking snow when it disrupts my world.
- My snowthrower reminded me that it too is ageing.
- I need warmer boots.
- I need better gloves.
- Why do the town plows have to maul the sidewalk so badly?
- Every time I use the snowthrower I sometimes wish I had a plow on my jeep.