I was in Toronto all weekend on family business. It snowed quite a bit last night and most of today. As we left to drive back home, we saw a dude get the snow off his car with a leaf blower. Dear Husband said he’d wondered about asking the dude for assistance clearing our own car, which made me burst out laughing. I mean, how idiotic, right? There was only about 4-5 inches of fresh, fluffy snow, not 19 feet of icy crud. We have a biggish car and it only took a few minutes to clear the snow off it with a cheesy ordinary snow thingy.

Turns out hubby was semi-serious. And that made me wonder what, exactly, is it in the male psyche that makes them want to use any power tool for any reason whatever, and the louder and most ridiculously out of proportion with the task at hand the better (hey, gotta keep the mind occupied during those dull 401 stretches). I think it’s just to annoy their wives. [It works.]

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