I sent Chris and Tammy outside for the first round of shoveling. They asked me to stand at the window and judge who ‘shovels harder’. They don’t know it yet, but I locked the door and I’m watching LMN while I smoke the rest of the wacky tobacky they hid in the vegetable crisper. What?? It’s for my high bp…or glaucoma…or the beetus! Yes, the beetus…that’s it.