I prefaced this post with a photo of the day.

So, two weeks ago. . .

yes, TWO WEEKS ago. . .

I know, I know. . .

I am very behind.

Anyway, we were shoveling snow, the snow which, thankfully is beginning to melt.

We had very little trouble with drifting snow at our house, but we have a rental house not far from where we live that had severe drifting on the roof.

We had to shovel.

A lot.

Ryan began shoveling from a ladder, hesitant to get on the roof.

But quickly realized that was the only option.

We shoveled and shoveled,

Well, to tell you the truth, I shoveled very little snow from the roof. I was on the roof, with a shovel, and I was scared to death. . . but at least I tried.

Ryan and “J”, who lives in the house, did the majority of the shoveling.

And thankfully no one got hurt, and the roof survived the storm!

And  when we were done, my crazy husband jumped into the pile of snow!

And sunk up to his arm pits!