Our blasted driveway

Snowy Driveway, I know it’s not your fault.

But, really, we’ve talked about this before; you must behave.

When there’s the least bit of wind, you allow your three-foot snow drift sides to blow right down into the driveway again. And this is simply unacceptable.

Now, I know it’s not the best situation, Snowy Driveway. I know you’re not supposed to have three-foot snowbanks. I realize that most other driveways are nice and flat and they don’t have to deal with any snowbanks.

But, Snowy Driveway, I can’t change how you were made, and you just need to make the best of who and what you are.

I simply must implore that you stop this madness right away.

Your father may be patient and able to blow you out without complaints, but I will not stand for it.

While I was traveling you got away with mischief, but I am home now and things had better change from now on.

I still love you, but please go to your room and don’t come out until you’re ready to act like all the other driveways.

Love,
Your mother