Snowblower

Alas, Santa didn't leave me the snowblower of my dreams. I'll admit it ... I started to think some devious thoughts a few days before Christmas, when it became apparent that the new snowblower just wasn't gonna happen ... at least not by magic.

I ran the scenario through my mind ... what would she say if I just bought the darn snowblower myself, brought it home, and left it in the garage with a big ol' bow. I mean, would she have even really cared? It's not like the driveway shovels itself. And with what I have to fork out to the kid (who graciously starts shoveling snow all on his own, without being asked), every time it snows, I'd be able to pay for a nice little two-stage snowblower by the end of a season or two.

Maybe it'll just turn out to be a really mild winter ...