I really, really do! I could bound around in the snow all day long until I have a heart attack. What a way to go. But I don’t think my mom likes snow. I guess I should say she doesn’t like it on the driveway. It all started yesterday afternoon….
I heard my mom call the propane company late in the day to fill our evil tank. She said she’d timed the call so they’d be out here in two days at the earliest, but probably after the weekend.
When we woke up today, Mom said “Hey Min, we actually have a little bit of sun! I’m going to work on scraping off the tire tracks on the driveway!”
Well, whatever floats your boat. I tried to bark her out of it since it’s super-cold (I had already been outside) but it was useless. So Mom bundled up and went out to scrape for a few hours. Then, I heard a familiar noise – beep, beep, beep. Here it comes:
Yep, the propane truck, with all ten tires was backing up our driveway and smashing all of Mom’s work right back into tracks which would have to be scraped up again.
Mom collapsed onto the bed (how predictable) and started talking about committing Harey Carey. Then I knew she’d really lost it, because he’s a dead announcer for the dreaded Cubs! He used to announce for the White Sox but he became a traitor. I guess he should have been committed.
Anyway, Mom went back outside and started re-scraping. She made pretty good progress, and then I heard something. It was so exciting!
Yea!!! Some Christmas presents got delivered!! Oops – I guess that means the truck left more tracks to be scraped, and I guess that’s why Mom is belly-up on the driveway. Jeez, she is SO dramatic. She’d better get back in here and let me out so I can play in the snow.
I hope all of you enjoy the snow like me. I don’t think I have to give you a bath update today as it is pretty obvious that it ain’t gonna happen.
I love you!