I have just spent the last hour with my snow blower.
I actually went without one for the first 25 years of marriage. I cracked about seven years ago when my husband was out of town. We had quite a snowy winter, and I couldn’t take shoveling another inch of snow. And, yes, I do mean to complain. Since my father brought me up to believe that girls do not have to shovel snow, I was quite resentful for those first 25 years.