I'm not dead! I swear!
I've just been in-over-my-head busy. (Plus, I had one of
those birthdays, the kind that has a number that I'd just as soon forget. So I've been trying very, very hard to do it.)
This weekend has been of the unfun kind. You know...shoveling, freezing, warming up after the shoveling, and then back out to shovel some more. Out of the past 38 hours, I've spend 6 hours shoveling.
I refuse to go out again. I don't care if the snow drifts enough to bury my car. I have no dry clothes left.
Some of you may doubt that New England is in the grip of a Snowpocalypse. I am here to provide photographic proof that we are seriously f@*#%!
This photo below pretty much sums up my weekend:

For more of the horror show, pickspam can be found under the cut:
( More photos of dastardly Mother Nature )I have one final reason why there's no way I'm going back out there to shovel again (aside from no dry clothes).
A broken shovel...

Heaven help me, I am
exhausted...