So when Marg got home from work today, she immediately ran to the shed to dig out the snowblower. Of course, it was packed way in the back behind the lawn tractor, which she tried to start, without success. She even phoned me at the house to ask how to do it--since she never mows the lawn and has no idea how it even works! I had to go out there, and we both pushed it out--without gloves in 15 degree weather!
We finally got the tractor back into the shed, and pushed the snowblower all the way back to the house. We plugged it in (an electric start) and primed it and everything, and the damn thing wouldn't start! Marg went back to the shed and poured new gas in it, and it still wouldn't turn over. We gave up on it and ate dinner.
I went out to get stuff out of the car and gave it a try--and after a few minutes it kicked in and started! By this point, Marg had already shoveled the driveway--there's a winter storm warning in effect for tonight, and it's supposed to drop to -5 degrees.
So I ask again, why do we live here??!??
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