Yesterday morning, to my delight, I looked out the window only to see James attempting to sweep the new-fallen snow from out in front of his car with—you guessed it—a broom. Michael thinks that he refuses to use either of the two snow shovels that are kept in the basement because neither of them belong to him, and it’s some sort of pride thing. I think he’s just a lazy dirtbag that didn’t want to shovel snow. Regardless, the fact of the matter is he opted for the broom. I didn’t think to grab my camera and capture the whole process until after he was done sweeping. At this point, I think he thought he did a sufficient job and would then be able to get out of his spot. Here he is, about to get in the car.
Time: 7:43 am
Rolling back and forth, trying to get some momentum going. Time: 7:46 am
Almost there, but could go no further. Time: 7:46 am
Then, he sat in the car for 10 whole minutes not doing anything. Maybe he was thinking about how much of a moron he is.
Time of defeat: 7:56 am
He did eventually get out, although I don’t know how—and then the Plow Boy came about 5 minutes later and plowed the whole driveway. HA!