I give out cookies instead of tips. I can't afford tips...but cookies go a long way. My BIL, on the other hand, is a garbage man on Long Island, and he makes OUT on the tips. A lot of this customers tip him in booze, and he's okay with that. A six pack on top of this can, a fifth of Wild Turkey on that can...he told me one time someone left a paper bag with a note for him...and it was marijuana.

He don' do dat...but he thought it was pretty funny.
Okay, so the brilliant snowman idea didn't work out so well. I don't know if it's because the temp dropped or what, but I could NOT get the snow to stick together at all when I went back out. It was just powder. So...plan B. And it's okay to laugh at plan B too, btw. I found a 1/4 sheet of plywood in the garage, and I took it outside and became the human snow plow.

I couldn't make it work pushing it, so I jammed it into the snow and then walked it backward toward me, starting in the middle of the driveway and going to each side. I'm sure I looked utterly ridiculous but ya know what? It moved snow! I made it almost half way down the driveway before it got too dark to see what I was doing, and I got it down to 2-3 inches on the ground. I can drive on 3 inches!
I probably should have eaten first...because now I'm exhausted, my blood sugar is tanked, and I'm too shaky and tired to get my wet clothes off. Ooops. I just sat here and ate a couple of Voortman's Christmas wafers. You know, those wafer cookies with the creme between the layers, but these ones are dipped in chocolate and have sprinkles on them....kinda nasty but definitely a sugar blast. Pizza's in the oven and I'll be fine. Just need to recover, so...here I am!