I had no idea who I could get to clean my driveway of snow since the Reynold’s family go to Florida in the winter months, so I called the dude that delivers wood for us. I figured he’d know someone and sure enough, he did.
Fluff to the rescue!
We’re clear to get cars to the road now. Yay! I have to admit, telling him where the driveway was under all that snow was a challenge. Funny how you can look at something every single day, but when it comes to knowing where it is when you can’t see it you can only guess.
Following the SUV tracks was wrong.
Not sure if it was Perry or Ben that missed the driveway right after the snow dump (maybe both of them), but that took Fluff off in a direction to clean a patch in the yard… and in the corner of Mr. Farmer’s field. Uh oh. 😬
Oh well… we did our best and it is what it is. I’m about to attempt to get the Mini out because I’m FREE… thanks to good ole’ Fluff.
Now you know: In 1928, millionaire Howard Hughes set a bizarre rule for his staff: they had to handle everything he touched with tissues to avoid germs. Later in life, Hughes became so obsessed with cleanliness that he lived in sealed rooms, wore tissue boxes on his feet, and stored his urine in jars.