Or Hubby who passed on the used snow blower at the garage sale last summer.
I was totally out of my migraine preventive, and I wore my pajama pants to the local pharmacy last night to pick up my refill.
That was after I had spent two hours in the driveway with Buddy shoveling, after Chatty had done what she could.
I was wearing my pj pants over my jeans to stay warm. We'd had about nine inches of snow, after Hubby, our big snow shoveling muscles, had left for Texas.
We found out at church Sunday night that a storm was coming. The worst was supposed to be coming through about the time on Monday morning when I would be driving the one hour to the airport and one hour back home from dropping off Hubby.
We decided it would be safest to use hotel points and have Hubby stay at a hotel close to the airport with a shuttle. It was definitely a good choice (we still only have one vehicle), except that I was driving home at 1 a.m. Monday morning.
The good thing about going to the pharmacy last night was that it was already 8:30 p.m. and there was no one else there. Good thing since I was clomping through wearing Hubby's snow boots too.
I was quite the vision. My sore muscles are still reminding me of it today.