Enough Snow………….

Weather: We got enough snow, now cold is setting back in

Trail Conditions: Same ole crap, trails are great

Holy crap did we get the snow.  Problem is I couldn’t tell you what actually fell.  With the wind causing drifting it is hard to say, somewhere between 10 and 18 inches maybe LOL.  Probably 12-14 inches.  All I know is I am sick of plowing.  Business seems to have picked up this last week.  More sleds have been around this week than last week but the word from riders I talk to is conditions are still very good.  Most of the groomers should be back out on the trail now with the winds and snow dying down.  Have fun and be safe, I think we still are going to have a good month of snowmobile season left.

 Every night after dinner, Merle took off for the local watering hole.  He would spend the whole evening there and always arrive home, quite inebriated, around midnight each night.

    He usually had trouble getting his key to fit the keyhole and couldn’t get the door open.  And every time this happened, his wife would go to the door and let him in.  Then she would proceed to yell and scream at him, for his constant nights out and always coming home in a drunken state.   But Merle just continued his nightly routine.

    One day, the wife was talking to a friend about her husband’s behavior and was particularly distraught by it all.

    The friend listened and said, “Why don’t you treat him a little differently when he comes home?  Instead of berating him, why don’t you give him some loving words and welcome him home with a kiss?  Then he might change his ways.”

    The wife thought that this might be a good idea.

    That night, Merle took off again after dinner.  And at about midnight, he arrived home in his usual condition.

    His wife heard him at the door.  She quickly opened it and let Merle in.

    Instead of berating him as she had always done, this time she took his arm and led him into the living room.   She sat Merle down in an easy chair, put his feet up on the ottoman and took his shoes off.  Then she went behind him and started to cuddle him a little.  After a little while, she said to Merle, “It’s pretty late, dear.  I think we had better go upstairs to bed now, don’t you think?”

    At that, in his inebriated state he replied, “I guess we might as well.  I’ll get in trouble when I get home anyway!”

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