Ferris Bueller I Am Not

Ferris Bueller knew how to spend a day off, Modern Philosophers, while I clearly do not.

Rather than spending my Snow Day at a Cubs game, rocking out on a parade float, or impersonating the Sausage King of Chicago, I shoveled the snow out of my driveway.

Three times.

Bueller?  Bueller?

I’m just in from my third time and I am completely exhausted.  My back is aching and every muscle in my body is sore.

It had stopped snowing, so I decided that while Juno was taking a break, I should put in one last shift at the shovel factory.  Plus, I could see that the city snow plow had left a knee deep pile of snow at the foot of my driveway.

Danke schoen!

With the photo on the left, I tried to give you an idea of how large the piles of snow had gotten over the course of the day.  The piles being a combined effort of Juno’s wrath and my piling the snow after shoveling.

The snow was almost up to my shoulders, Modern Philosophers, and I’m 6’3″.

Perhaps I was channeling my inner Ferris when I decided to mix it up this time, and start shoveling from the bottom of driveway.

I know, that’s pretty wild, but sometimes a guy has just gotta say “What the #$%^” and just go for it, you know?

This definitely wasn’t how I’d dreamed of spending a Snow Day, but I really had no choice.  Governor LePage declared a State of Emergency, (but he did order that the McDonald’s nearest his residence remain open because blizzards made him crave Big Macs), which meant that no one was supposed to be out on the roads.  Most businesses were closed, and I really had no desire to leave The House on the Hill.

Of course, it would’ve been nice to spend a lazy day writing, building Snowmen, and sipping Snapple while I caught up on what was on the DVR, but I do need to be able to get Zombie Car out of the garage tomorrow so I can go to work.

I bet Ferris would’ve been able to convince the town snow plow guy to clear his driveway for him.  Hell, he probably would’ve charmed his way behind the wheel to do it himself.

I’ve retired the shovel, hat, and gloves for the day, though.  Three times was definitely enough (that’s NOT what she said!) and my body is honestly too sore to use a shovel for anything more than support at this point.

Ironically, the city snow plow just roared down the block, which means he probably left another nice pile in the driveway for me.

That’s going to have to wait until tomorrow, though.

Something good did come out of this exhausting day, though.  And it’s almost as good as a date with Sloane Peterson.

My favorite neighbor, Janine, who was out in the trenches with me for two of my three assaults on Juno, did some baking today.  She is an awesome baker!

Just as I was finishing my third round, she called from her front door, and I found my last ounce of energy to scamper across the street for my reward.

Any day that ends with a beautiful woman giving me homemade treats is an okay day in my book.

Come to thing of it, I don’t remember anyone baking anything for Ferris…