Curse of the snowblower

If there is one person in the world I DO NOT want to be tomorrow, it is the first person
my husband encounters at the small engine repair shop in the morning. 2 years ago, not long after Tim's
transplant, he took our $1200.00 snow blower out to clean our large driveway in a storm
and after 15 feet, we heard a loud bang and she seized up. Apparently, she threw a rod right through the block. Tim just shook his head and put
it back in the garage where it leaked oil all over the floor and a-shovelling we did go both
at our house as well as the extra large driveway at our rental around the block. I begged him
that summer to fix it before the next winter because he tends to procrastinate. True to form,
he did not listen to me and a-shovelling we did go all last winter when it snowed. This year he took
it in and the guy talked him into a rebuilt motor instead of new. He picked it up and even though something runs OK when you start it, you never know how it will do with snow. We woke
up to about 8 inches of the white stuff today and the blower would not stay running and then the
motor blew up. Unbelievable. So tomorrow Tim is going back to the shop and telling the dude
he wants his 300 clams back and despite this stupid machine being(or supposed to be) the best
you can buy, we are buying a brandy new one in a different brand. I love snow but with our bad
backs and all this darn driveway space, I really dread the big storms. 2 or 3 inches would have been fine. More later on why it just CAN'T snow this Christmas. It's already showing a possibility on the weather channel and I may lose a lot of sleep this week over that. Major thanks to brother-in-law #1 today for coming over with his monster plow and helping us out.