Snowmaggedon, Snowtorious BIG, Groundhog Day Blizzard, the untold story

It was a dark and stormy night.  (I always wanted to use that line from Peanuts and actually have it make sense.)  The winds howled, the electicity flickered and went off.  Just as we inhaled our gasps of horror at the prospect of hunkering down in a blizzard without out precious electricity everything flickered back on.  Our inhales became exhales of relief.  At that point, driving to a place with power was out of the question, and our house was not going to stay warm enough to be habitable overnight.  It was an indescribable relief to have the power stay on.

As a precaution, we cranked the temps up over night.  It was a tropical 67 degrees in our house over-night.  While we were more than snug in our beds, the aforementioned winds howled and snow blew and blew and blew.  Creating a 5 foot drift blocking one of our back doors. 

The front didn't look much better...

So, we have established that the house is blanketed in snow.  We are trapped inside.  What will we do about this little problem?  We will snow blow, and snow blow we will.

A commemorative picture of my husband engaging in some snow blowing.  He had 30 minutes before he had to go to work so, he thought he would get the driveway cleared.  If you are interested in an autographed copy, let me know.

After 30 minutes he cleared the part between the angle and the cars and then came in.  He told me at 10:30 he would get back to it and finish up.  As time ticked away, and 10:30 turned into 11:30, with sub-zero temps looming I text him and ask when he is going to get back on it.  He answers, I have 45 minutes at 2:30.

My neighbor and Sam helped me and we did this.  The war about clearing the driveway continues.  I thought, ahhah today he will do it because even he can't get his car out.  But, no.

While this shot doesn't show it very well, the sidewalk was done as was the walkway to the front door. 

Divorce lawyers have not been contacted, our neighbor has a loaf of bread in the oven and a bottle of wine on the counter, and my back hurts.  Otherwise, it is all normal at our house.  How did you survive?