You guys, I think I accidentally broke Blogger earlier. This is the THIRD time I'm trying to make a blog post today, and I'm really hoping the whole post doesn't get deleted when I'm halfway through it this time around, unable to be found even in my drafted posts. I was already in a grouchy mood and Blogger malfunctioning didn't help.
Anyway, my grouchiness is justified. Today we had the day off school for snow (yay!), but it was the last day before we have to start adding more days to the end of the year. (Boo!) My dad and I went outside to clear ours and the neighbor's driveway, him with a snowblower and me with a shovel. But I was going to get paid, so it didn't really bother me that I had the crummier tool. Until my dad kept blowing snow over the area I had just cleared. Over. And Over. And Over. I probably cleared one little section of driveway five times before he stopped doing that to me. And while I was busy cleaning up, he did the rest of the driveway.
Then we drove to my grandparent's house, one town over. They were at the store, but my 29 year old uncle lives there and never leaves. I'm serious. He's really a jerk, too, and know I shouldn't be talking about a relative like that, but he's never nice to anybody. And we knew he was home, too, because my mom had called him to tell him we were coming over to shovel/snowblow. Well, my dad and I got there and realized that while we did have the snowblower, neither one of us had remembered to put the shovel in the car. So, I knocked on the door to ask if my uncle could open the garage and let me use theirs.
Guess who didn't answer the door? See- lazy and rude. He probably didn't answer because he thought we were going to try to make him help. Ugh! There are very few people that really strike a nerve in me, but he's one of them. So my dad tried to teach me how to use the snowblower- another yay! But I couldn't get it right and ended up blowing snow and the smell of gasoline in my face.
Oh, and my fingers were about to freeze off this whole time.
Their you have it, my rant of the day.
Oh boy. Bad days are terrible.
ReplyDeleteAw, at least you got a day off, you got to spend time with your Dad, and learn a new skill.
ReplyDeleteThat's true, Rachel, I did :)
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