After the big storm we had Saturday night, A. conceived of a brilliant plan. He figured out a way to plow our driveway. Without a plow.
Now you KNOW I'm all for plowing our driveway, because that means I don't have to shovel it. But his plan was so weird, so odd, so . . . woodchucky.
He attached an old bed box spring to the rear of Big Red by means of an old logging chain and dragged the box spring down the driveway. And I'll be damned if it didn't work. Really well.
Seriously. What can you say about this?
His brain truly works in mysterious ways, but I got a plowed driveway out of the deal, so here's to the woodchuck snow plow! And to A., the biggest woodchuck of them all.