Perhaps it's a very large (very ugly) canned light fixture? Hmmmmmm?
NO! It is NONE of the above! It is…..(wait for it)…..
…the highway department’s way of informing me that the front of my house is now officially a danger to the general public.
And subsequently, this also means it’s a hazard to my own personal safety…as that’s my little ‘ole mailbox there on the right.
Please draw your attention to the footprints in the snow. These were not made by some sweet, innocent child…drawn to the temptation of hearing that familiar crunch of newly fallen snow under his feet.
These are the footprints of da boys going off to meet the 7am school bus…and realizing if they didn’t take the snowy-front-lawn-route, they’d have to navigate this:
What? You want to know WHY there’s a photo of a frozen stream in the middle of my post?
That’s no stream. THAT’S MY DRIVEWAY. Here’s the end, where it meets the street:
That’s solid ice, people…..I’m gonna say about 3” thick. That meager brown smattering is my paltry attempt at sanding said iceburg, formerly-known-as-said-driveway.
What do you suppose the odds are that I’ll be able to stop my motor vehicle at the end of said ice-way? Anyone care to place a wager?
What is my life worth these days, anyway?? Anyone?
We’re getting hungry….please send supplies. In lieu of food, please send wine. And a large donation to pay for the snow sled we’ll need to rent to get down the road.
I hereby declare myself unlimited whining rights for the remainder of this season-formerly-known-as.....well, you know.
Is it spring yet??