Drunk shoveling

I'm going to try not to bitch today. :)

Tonight was a good night. We had two holiday-type get-togethers this December. One of them was earlier this month, and one was yesterday. I LOVE entertaining, but especially under the circumstances this year, I'm happy to be DONE entertaining for the season. So tonight was a good night because we're done. And we happened to have a leftover bottle of Pinot Noir from yesterday's festivities. (Who am I kidding? We LOVE wine and have a wine refrigerator in our kitchen. This bottle was sort of intentionally left over... :) Anyway, we love pinot noir, and we handily finished off the whole bottle between the two of us.

We got ummm... I dunno, maybe a foot of snow today? So it's 8:20 pm and my husband is out with the snowblower. He's a big guy, so 2 1/2 glasses of wine shouldn't have too much effect on him, but by his own estimation, he is now "drunk shoveling" (or snowblowing, as the case may be.) Somehow, that's just funny to me. As long as he doesn't lose a finger or anything.