Here's the children playing in the snow yesterday. The leprechaun isn't real. He just fills the awkward space in the picture and makes everything look a little more jolly. Yes?
Justin has been a traveling fool lately and was due in last night. I had to clear the driveway.
I am Woman of The House. I can do anything.
I dug the gigantic, John Deere snow blower out of the garage and looked at it. It dawned on me that I don't know how to work this thing. I'll admit that I've never mowed the grass thus have never started a mower. I don't know, but I'm guessing that would be easier than starting this piece of machinery. Am I qualified to run this? Do I need some sort of CDL?
A few emails from Justin and I was on my way. I connected the fuel line. I put gas in. I turned it the key on. I choked it. I pulled it and it started. And died. And started. We did this dance for a little while until I heard from inside that the kids were hungry and wanted breakfast.
A couple hours later I tried to get it started again but no luck. Manual shoveling it was.
Justin got home and was able to get his car into the driveway. He then was able to get the snow blower running and finished our sidewalks, the neighbors driveway, and some other areas.
The secret to starting it? Apparently, there's a little button called a Primer that Justin forgot to tell me about. You gotta push that.
Oh. I'm off to take more ibuprofen. My back hurts.
Have you dug yourselves out?