Well, it’s time to go shovel the driveway. I don’t want my 60-year-old neighbor next door, 14 years my senior, to outdo me in his physical prowess. In case I get stuck or bored, I asked my wife to call up the ASPCA and have them send out one of those whiskey-toting St. Bernards like they have in cold places. Wayan must have seen these guys all over Zurich when he was there. A little liquid courage can go a long way in clearing my driveway or maybe just making me not care whether it’s cleared. Either way, problem solved.
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