No Shoes, No Shirt, No Blog
LG is still enduring the effects of the Nuclear Snowlocaust at the Jersey Shore three days after it stopped snowing.
They say Eskimos have 200 different words for snow. LG wonders how many they have for shovel, backache and frostbite.
The American Medical Association should establish a maximum age, as a national standard, after which a person is prohibited from shoveling snow. If there were such a mark, LG feels strongly that he would've passed it about ten years ago.
Geo, for all of his faults (and we know many of you from various states would like to kill him), adheres to a personal policy which is looking wiser and wiser all the time.
He has, for many years, politely declined to physically help any friends who are moving, but he offers to contribute $50 towards the cost of professional movers. This might be a good policy to adopt with respect to snow shoveling, although something tells LG that MIG ("The Slave Driver") wouldn't go for it. She'd rather apply the $50 towards LG's medical bills.
See this cleared walkway? That probably took two years off LG's life. Each foot of progress required at least ten shovels full of wet-and-heavy snow. Strike up the violins...
Now here's a rare photo:
That's it for today folks, we hope (but can't promise) that the next posting will not be snow related. Thanks for stopping by, we hope to see you back here again soon.