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Winter finally unloaded on the Twin Cities last Friday evening, dumping what was officially declared to be 6 to 8 inches of light fluffy powpow across the metro area. My driveway had more than that, but seeing as I've long since been declared 'unofficial', I'll just cave and go with what the snow measuring wizards at the airport came up with. Stupid wizards, they think they're so great.

It took us a while to dig out the next morning, mostly because the whole neighborhood was outside shoveling and looking pale and, naturally, we all had to check in with each other and stand around in the sun pretending that we're in good enough shape to move the 4-foot high wall of snow that the plow left at the end of our driveways. Oh, and there was also a parade of kids and dogs going by, and seriously, who doesn't like a parade?

It wasn't all funshine, though. Late Friday evening we were eating dinner and I looked out the window and noticed our neighbor lady was snow-blowing her snow into our driveway. I gave her the benefit of the doubt the first time I saw it happen - big gust of wind, maybe? - but then she did it again and I had to slip on the clogs and go out and "talk" with her. Who needs a confrontation on a snowy Friday night? Not me, that's for sure. But whatever, she stopped and I didn't have to shovel twice as much snow the next day, so I guess that makes it worth the awkwardness.

I think the two cardinal rules of snow removal should be a) don't shovel when it's still snowing and b) don't snow-blow your damn snow into my driveway. Of course there are exceptions to the first rule - sometimes you just wanna go out and shovel because it's the first snowfall of the year and you just wanna be outside - but the second is gospel. Seriously, look it up. Jesus used to blog about snow removal all the time, so I'm sure it made the book.