So, we live on a hill that normally drives us wild. Mowing is a bear, but it's nothing like the nightmare of winter. Our curved, sloped driveway becomes a booby trap. Trying to back out is a daily adventure. If we don't slide right through the yard, we usually end up spinning 90 degrees as we go down trying to make the curve, ending up like something from Austin Powers, parallel to the road but still in the driveway with yard both in front of the car and behind it.
But, the joy of the hill has now been fully realized. This is Max this morning for the full hour he had before the bus came:
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wait... what's that white stuff in your driveway? weird--we don't get that here.
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