On children, mud and shop vacs

Children and mud seem to have a magnetic attraction of sorts. Mine enjoy bike rides through the mud puddles, now that the majority of our snow has melted. The downside is the mess. The upside is I don’t have to convince them to shower.

This morning, before I’d even had breakfast, I was out in the garage. Spring has sprung, and I am TIRED of the clutter. My trusty new wet/dry shop vac at my side, I cleaned and vacuumed, and it’s getting there. Not perfect yet…there’s still a bunch of ice right in front of the garage, and as it slowly melts, people track it in. Fun times.

As a bonus, I took my shiny new sledge hammer to the ice blocking one side of the garage, and can once again access the garage fully. First up: big load of crap to the dump. Second up: BBQ something!

I’ve made several notes to self for next winter:
1. do not run extension under garage door for block heater. it will get frozen into the ice, guaran-damn-teed.
2. ask the snow plower to please not pile the white shit up in front of the garage in any way, shape or form. it will morph into an impenetrable berm of ice by February, and cause me to turn into a screaming lunatic when the ice from the roof is melting and can’t go anywhere.
3. install eavestroughs on the garage roof. previously unable to do this, because snow on a metal roof? FALLS OFF. VIOLENTLY. now? snow keeper-uppers work like magic. just need eavestroughs.
4. beg parents to sell/give me the insta-garage they bought. install it as close to the house as possible, thus preventing snow plow dude from even thinking of piling up the white shit where he shouldn’t.
5. have husband fix the tractor, and confirm that the parents are going to leave it to us upon their removal to parts south of here. (who needs a tractor in Vancouver? not them!) learn to drive said tractor, thus removing all need for snow plow dude – I can do it mah-self!

In other news, my horoscope went on & on about the full moon being in my sign this week, and to watch out for issues on relationships. Too bad they didn’t mention it would be strictly mechanical relationships. To wit: I managed to overlow the toilet AND break the sink drain this week. Haven’t mentioned the sink issue to the husband yet – my dad’s going to help me fix it tomorrow. Really, why say anything? It works, it’s just a bit…um…leaky. Hence the bucket.