To Plow or Not to Plow

Telling OS (other son) that he would do the plowing for our gravel road and the new neighbor's driveway, the Pres disappears into the darkness every time it snows.

Wearing his one piece polartec hunting suit, he vanishes quickly although I watch just to be sure that he returns safe and sound.

Settling in his well-worn, burgundy leather chair with the TV remote close-by, he has a big glass of chocolate milk when he comes in.

Before we met, the Pres used to plow for the town of West Hartford, CT.  He enjoyed it! What did your hubby/wife do before he met you?

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