The wife, being a for-real person, of course, would pitch in and actually shovel. There was alot of snow, like what's outside - a foot of wet snow - so, wanting to get done as soon as possible...uh, because, guess the woman (who, of course, held down a full-time job) also had 2nd-shift things to do in the house - ya know, like laundry to put in the dryer, dishes to put away, floors to mop, a hem to mend...those things.
Well, as typically overwhelmed as she was, evidently, she deposited the heavy snow at the nearest place. That nearest place was right by the house (they were doing the walkway). Holy moly, narc barked, like she was fixing to torch the place.
Sure throws a cold wet blanket on a shovel party ;/
Twelve inches of snow = one inch of rain. Now, doing the math (which perhaps was a bit much for narcoid) add a shovelful to that foot. So, eighteen inches = one and a half inches of rain. Guess what! Rainstorms like that happen atleast several times in the spring and summer.
Ya know, if narcoid was so blasted concerned about, i guess, a wet basement, than why the heck didn't narcoid contract for some decent spouting? The dude didn't have a bass-boat, but evidently had some other vanity.
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