Last weekend I wrote a post about the snow event we were having. At the time I wrote the post I was estimating we had about 5 inches of snow on the ground. Turns out that was just a taste. A little white powdery tease.
Side note… “little white powdery tease” was my nickname in college, but that is a post for another day.
At around 10:00am Sunday morning I opened my back patio door, snapped this photo and posted it on my blog:
And that was merely the appetizer as the snow kept-a-coming. Late that afternoon I snapped this photo:
Right before I took that photo I went outside to do some shoveling . To my dismay the unthinkable happened. Yep… this:
Yes the shovel snapped IN HALF like some kind of freakin’ toothpick. I guess I don’t know my own strength. Of course it’s my own stupid fault for not using my snow blower to begin with. Yes… I own a snow blower and yet I was out there shoveling. There is something manly about the first big snowstorm of the year and being out there shoveling. Stupid. The snow blower was much better. And I am still a man… mostly.
The next morning when all was said and done I estimated about 13 total inches of the cold white hell dropped onto my driveway and sidewalk. I opened the back door one more time to take this photo:
Amazing. Even by Minnesotan standards. By midnight Sunday the snow was all done falling but the commutes to and from work were still shitty on WEDNESDAY. Ugh.
Oh well… global warming was fun while it lasted.