I can't begin to describe how depressing it is to see all those little white flakes. If I didn't have a driveway and a sidewalk to shovel, I might actually enjoy the view.
As it is, I'm desperately trying to learn to teleport, so I can move my house, my family and my job to a climate that won't send me into a downward spiral of eating brownies, swearing under my breath and casting frustrated glances out the window.
But, I think I've figured out how to shovel snow and still avoid feeling like I want to gouge my eyes out.
The answer?
A flamethrower.
This could change my whole philosophy about living in a cold climate.
Now I know what is going to be at the top of my list for Santa this year.
4 comments:
Wow! You'll be the most popular guy in your neighborhood! (or the scariest!)
I know what you mean about the continuing snow... we had a day of snowflakes around here yesterday and I was so grateful that they didn't stick!
that would be awesome! except, if your daughter happened to run in front of it while you were shoveling. i mean flame-throwing.
Brilliant!
a must-have for every gentleman.
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