I was out on the tractor plowing snow from 10:30 AM till dark at 5:30 PM. While I was out, it snowed another 3 inches and then started raining the last hour.
I came in the door about fifteen pounds heavier than when I went out. My insulated bib coveralls, jacket, and cap were crusted in ice so that I cracked and popped with each movement.
Not 1000 words, but maybe it painted a humorous pic. I thought it was pretty funny. And yes, no place for pussys.
People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.
