nanovivid

Tonight I spent about an hour and a half digging my car out of its snowy prison. Using a garden shovel. I totally redefined fun.

fun n : activities causing cold in the extremities and all-over muscle exhaustion; “clearing the snow from the car sure was fun!”

I had to use the garden shovel because there are apparently no snow shovels left to buy in all of Cleveland. I should know. I went to five different stores and none of them had a single snow shovel.

As I was nearing the end of the shoveling, someone from the apartments across the street was kind enough to offer their help when they drove by and saw me shoveling. By the time they found a snow shovel and came out, I was mostly done, though they did help some. That was very nice.

It’s time for me to go to bed now though, since I’m somewhat trembling from all the shoveling. My back is going to be angry with me tomorrow. God, I sound like an old man.

At least I won’t have to do this with a garden spade again, since Bryan ordered me a snow shovel from Amazon. In the future, I will be properly equipped to fight the snow.

♫ David Hasselhoff - O Holy Night (Bryan is listening to things at the iTunes Music Store. You too can listen to this wonderful piece of holiday wonderment. Be forewarned though... it will probably make the Baby Jesus cry. And you as well.)