. . . the snow shovel.
(It's a guy snow shovel because this gal doesn't scoop snow.)
And please notice that I said I ALMOST feel sorry for him.
All he can do is wait in a pile of leaves. He was put on this earth to scoop snow, not leaves.
(this guy also scoops bunks and feed but he feels it is really beneath him to mention it)
He tries to move a little to the north thinking there might be snow there.
Nope, no snow. Only more leaves and a pile of dead grass.
He knows it is January. He knows he lives in Nebraska. Normally, he is just about wore out by this time of year. He hears that it will be in the 60s tomorrow! What is a poor snow shovel to do?
(and he sure doesn't want to think about being moved back out to the lowly feed shed!)
Who did this cruel, cruel thing to the anxiously awaiting snow shovel?
I wished for no snow. Ever.
(you fellow snow haters can thank me later)
Think it will last?
No? Me either. We technically still have 3 (and sometimes 4) more months of potential snow weather.
But I am relishing in the balminess of Nebraska weather today and I snear and laugh at the poor, little snow shovel every time I walk by.
He shoots me back a look that says 'You just wait. You'll be sick of snow by the time this winter is over'.
*sigh* I know this to be true.
How is the weather where you are?