Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Snowpocalypse 2010

It's not technically 'winter' yet and we are already getting our back pockets handed to us! This was in mid-blizzard last Sunday morning. Note all of the branches down. We had freezing rain and then snow and all the little or loose ones came tumbling down. Ben is ecstatic since his favorite thing to do is eat sticks!

I'm so glad that my years of shoveling the dooryard are over. I sit inside snuggly (and smugly )and watch the neighbors dig out.

Besides watching the neighbors shovel, I also like to pass judgment on the dim-witted souls who absolutely have to go into town to get beer during the ice-storm/blizzard. The following picture just shows a beautiful, overflowing font of bad decision making...
I don't know what I love the most...
  • The driver thinking that despite the Statewide State of Emergency and police instruction to stay off the roads, he can surely make it to the gas station and back for beer and Cheetos-no problem!
  • Despite the confidence and bravado, he buries his car in the snowbank, not 5 feet from the end of the dooryard he just came out of, at the top of a hill.
  • The driver trying to push the car out himself (that's right there's no one in the car, steering or giving it the gas) while his copilot plays in the snow by the passenger's side. From the looks of him, I don't think this particular B-E-E-R-R-U-N is entirely necessary.
  • Leaving the door wide open so, if by some Christmas miracle the next car, or in more likelihood-snowplow, coming down the road misses the trunk of the car, he'll take off the door for sure. Score! Then we can go sledding on it!

Free entertainment! Here's a Christmas poser for you? Does the enjoyment of mocking others constitute holiday spirit, mirth and merriment? Probably not huh?

Here's a bonified Christmas riddle. What does a Gingerbread Man put on his bed? A cookie sheet of course!

4 comments:

dale-harriet said...

LOVE the photographic evidence! The other thing is that every SINGLE year if you do go out driving, you notice that it appears that every single soul behind the wheel was born, raised, and lived in a tropical climate until this MORNING, whereupon they found themselves transmogrified behind the wheel in the snow. By day two they're re-oriented, but still....

Elizabeth said...

Ha ha ha! Laughing at fools driving is great fun.

When I was teen, my bedroom was in the front of my parents' house. This was up a narrow (but paved) hill, quite steep. Driving up the hill before the snowplow had come was definitely an acquired skill. A fraternity had built their house just up the hill, then way back in the woods from my parents house. Big frat parties + fresh snowstorms always made for great driving idiocy.

Cindy G said...

Now I have a picture in my head of you sitting by the window, camera in hand, sniggering. Heheheheheh.

YarnThrower said...

Oh my gosh - I was laughing out loud so very loudly at that post...