Blizzard Entertainment

We have two days off of school because of the blizzard, so I felt like I should get out and dig the cars out so I would have an excuse as a thirty-three year old man to go and play in a foot and a half of snow. So I strapped on my red hunting hat and my boots, grabbed my shovel, and headed out into the great white open. It was also my first snow storm with a beard.

I discovered that this is what beards are for. In the past when I have had a beard, people would ask me for help in any warehouse store that I entered: Lowe's, Home Depot, and even Costco. I didn't like being stereotyped (maybe it's because I also suffer from the "every bald a-hole with a goatee" complex when I don't have a full beard), but I guess if people want to assume I am handy because of my beard, they can believe that.

Walking out into snow with a beard is another level of rugged and burly altogether, something like walking into the woods with an axe, flannel, and yes, also a beard. I dug out my car, Lib's car, our neighbor's car(after she struggled for quite some time) and then later, I dug out another of our neighbor's parking spots as I was walking by and he was trying to clear it (10 inches mind you) with a Swiffer (obviously he didn't have a beard) so his mother could park.

Afterward, Lib came out and we walked almost a mile to the liquor store to get wine for dinner, but it was closed, so we went to CVS and got Cheezits, Gummi Bears, Sour Patch Kids, Sour Melons, a Peppermint Patty, and a giant bag of Peanut M&Ms (we needed snacks for when we play Borderlands on the Xbox 360 all day tomorrow). And while Lib does not have a beard, I like to think that it was my beard that got us both through the long trek tackling the arctic conditions and safely back home again.

NOTES: If I got paid for every product I just plugged in this blog, I would be a rich man. Also, for those who read my last post, there are no ghosts in the photo above; they are just snow flakes.