I cannot feel my toes.

[lyssie]

But the parking space is somewhat shoveled. And the back steps are.

Comments

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

*gives you hot chocolate* You deserve a medal for shoveling at this time of night!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I shoveled after I got home from the store (where I bought said shovel), because I know what will happen in the morning: all hat fluffy slushy shit will be FROZEN SOLID. Ugh.

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

You are, of course, brilliant. Don't need to fall and hurt yourself, especially this early in the season.
*glares at snow*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I suffered the ice piling up last winter. Sigh. Boys are full of fail and lack the ability to do things like shovel snow.

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

That was my winter last year too. Our manager and his son were almost Epic Fail level with their snow removal.

[hecatesknickers.livejournal.com]

*knits you some super thick slippers*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

YAY. My toes are toasty warm now.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

Sends hot clone to warm you up!

(I'm never getting him back, am I?)

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

Wow. *blink* My hot chocolate just totally got punked.
...
I'm cool with that. *plots to steal hot clone*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Hot cocoa. *sips happily*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Whoot!

(It depends on how--man, there is no non-dirty way to finish that comment--many dishes you think he can survive doing)

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

if you're going to have him DOING DISHES, then, sorry, taking him back! :P

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

And cleaning the floor. I might make him shovel snow with his shirt off, too. Mmm. Gleaming muscles... And he'll need warming up afterwards.