A Vow
I made a promise to myself . Since the snow that so inconveniently truthly appeared last night is not supposed to exist I decided that I will shovel none of it but rather I shall stay inside and drink until it goes the way of polar bear testicles. Not a flake will I disturb.
Well, I will clean off one area…
Fun | Mr. Bingley | 
March 17, 2007 9:56 am
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Bingley, I love that you’ve got your own NJ vineyard going on in the snow there. If that’s not the very epitome of optimism, I don’t know what is.
I only fear it’s not misplaced optimism…I may need to call on Corgi Consultants, LLC to help it survive!
You’d best wait until it melts. This snow is particularly difficult to shovel. It’s more like a layer of frozen snow topped by a fine layer of crushed ice. After freeing my wife’s car, I’ve decided to spend the rest of the day sipping hot chocolate and watching television.
Hmmm.
I blame Al Gore and the Gore-Effect.
Nothing else explains 70 degree weather followed by ridiculous levels of snow followed by more pleasant weather.
It’s Al Gore I say!
I bet the ruddy barstid is taking quick hops in his private jet just to muck up our weather.
I envy you, Mr B. I never get to grill in those conditions. I doubt huggies keep beer as cold as snow does. Natural gas?
Yep, hooked up to the city line so it never runs out in the middle of a steak.
You were better off inside, Bings. I got run off the road yesterday on Route 9 by a jackass who decided that not signalling was the perfect prelude to joining the pack of mushers slogging through the worst of rush hour in driving sleet. It’s a mercy of God that there was no actual crash – I just fishtailed around a bunch and grazed the curb. (Thankfully, no jersey barriers on that stretch of the highway.)
We’ll raise a glass together once all of this melts.
‘Fly, great to hear you avoided a serious accident.
But dude, you really have to stop driving with the hockey gear on…