Nemo

The Chief decides to go out of town, two days before Nemo shows up.  Sweet guy, right?  

Wrong.  

This is supposedly the worst snow storm Connecticut has seen in over 100 years.  And yes, it was.  The Little Man and I watched the snow pile up last Friday night.  The power flickered off and back on four times.  I was terrified we would lose power.  Luckily, God decided not to add humor to an already bad situation.  We woke up Saturday morning with power, and three feet of snow surrounding us.  Molly is the first one to attempt the snow.  Fail.

Knowing it is supposed to continue snowing all day, I decide to head out with the four wheeler to start the plowing.  Someone’s gotta do it, and it isn’t like the Chief is around.

This Texas girl thought a silly little snow plow would be able to push through three feet of snow with no problem.  WRONG.  Again.  

I think I got stuck a total of eight times. 

I’m positive the neighbors were laughing at me.  

One offered to help me with her snow blower.  

Another brought her little pup and offered to help push the four-wheeler out of the mess of a pile of snow.  I turned her away too.  Are you seeing a trend here?  Remember that story about the man who was stranded in the ocean and felt that God would save him?  Yeah, so a boat comes by and offers him a ride and he says, “No, I am okay, God will save me.”  Then a helicopter comes by and drops him a cage to climb in, and he yells up, “No, I am okay, God will save me!”  He ends up dying.  He gets to heaven and asks God, “Why didn’t you save me?  I trusted in you!”  God tells him, “I tried to save you, I sent you two lifelines and you turned them away you Jackwagon!” (minus the Jackwagon).  Yeah that was me today. I thought God would just save me and make all the snow disappear.  He sent me two lifelines, and I turned them both down.  Instead of dying though, I just ended up shoveling the shit out of some snow.  Awesome.  

We started at ten in the morning and stopped at one.  Then we went back out at three and stopped at six.  We finally got a path wide enough to fit a car through.

In the meantime, I am cursing the Chief for leaving me to dig up Nemo’s shit.  All. Day. Long.