Dear Santa

I changed my mind. Rather than a house boy I would much prefer just to have the snowblower.

After 4.75 hours of hard work the driveway is finally clear. I however have yet to tackle the sidewalk. I'm hoping to find one of two neighbors out later and ask them if they can do it.

I don't care if I have to eat 99 cent banquet frozen meals for the rest of the time from now until next winter, I need a snowblower.

Bad hips, bad back and BAD asthma do not apreciate having to shovel 1600+ square feet of driveway no matter how little snow we get. Not to mention that the banks are now high enough that I don't know if I can actually throw the snow onto/over them.

So please Santa, a snowblower. If it does happen to come with a handsome male accessory I won't say no.

I should know better

But I did it anyway.

I had to go to Walmart for NON-christmas shopping. I needed cat food, cat litter and rock salt. 35 minutes just to get into the plaza to find a parking space. 10 minutes to find what I needed.
25 minutes to check out. 45 minutes to get out of the plaza.

But Saturday before christmas is NOT the time to go to any store that sells anything remotely christmas present like.