Well, I’m actually going to start at the end. Trust me, this story is worth it.
But first, a teeny back-story: we got a lot of snow on Christmas Day. The weatherman says we got 7 inches. I think he lied. I know we got some 4 foot drifts, and I’d be more likely to say that all in all, we got around 12 inches total on Christmas Eve and Day. We really didn’t expect to see a plow come through on Saturday, the 26th. We were hoping to see one on Sunday, the 27th, but were sadly disappointed. I was hoping to be awakened by one this morning, but again, no luck. The plow finally came through around 11 this morning, and pushed a big mound from the cul-de-sac right into our front yard, slightly messing up the slide the kids had made. That was easily repaired post-haste.
The second pass of the plow came about 2 hours later. He got stuck.
The snow plow. Got. Stuck.
Twice in the same spot.
It was one of those big plows, that look like a dump truck with a plow attached on the front. A pick up truck sized plow had to come and push him out the first 2 times. He managed to get out by himself the 3rd time.
David said that I should have video-taped it and put it on you-tube.
I said that perhaps the snow plow folks should have plowed earlier instead of waiting for 3 days letting the ice and snow pile up on the street.
Tune in tomorrow to hear the story of sledding yesterday. It involves 3 injuries (no 911 calls though), 2 bags of ice, several crying bouts, and a trip to the pizza buffet. And pictures.