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January 23, 2005
According to the guy who runs the snowblower
We got 16" in Earlville.
And he had no fun running the snowblower in -1° with the wind picking up. Every year at this time he says we're retiring to the Southwest.
AND he's going to have to run the snowblower a second time (for another hour and a half), 'cause the snow was too deep for our snowblower to handle it in one go. But he came in to take a break and warm up, and fortunately he was married to someone who had warm tea and toast ready for him—even though she couldn't keep Ruth from giving the toast a test-licking. Well, allegedly cats have fewer germs than people, anyhoo.
Posted by senioritis at January 23, 2005 10:07 AM
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he's a good man, that Tom. And Ruth, she was just looking out for him. Testing the toast to make sure you hadn't poisoned it or anything.
Posted by: aerobil at January 23, 2005 10:58 AM
I'm a little nutz, but I'm not crazy. You don't poison the guy who's doing the snowblowing. Ruthie made all that effort for nothing.
Posted by: senioritis at January 23, 2005 02:36 PM