Man vs. Plow

For some reason, Dirtman took it into his head that the snow plow just had to come out of the side yard today. It was -- like -- an obsession.

In my defense (for standing around and shooting the following photos), I suggested he wait until Heir 2 came home from school. But he would not listen, saying something about being sick of listening to a bunch of griping. I can't imagine what he meant by that...

The goal: To appease Jeanne and make her shut up remove snow plow attachment to a less conspicuous place.
But how?

Well, this looks like a Darwin Award in the making...

And..........wait for it.....................................

......there it is!

"Shouldn't we stop him, Dah-ling?"

What's the old joke? "What were the redneck's last words?

.....'Hey, guys! Watch this!'"

Now here's a disaster waiting...

...to happen.

Well, at least now it's a back yard eyesore...

But, wait! I hear banging in the basement! He hasn't given up yet!

Hmm...this looks promising...go figure: To move a heavy object, use a tool designed...

...to move a heavy object! It's brilliant!

Apparently someone doesn't appreciate my helpful commentary.*

So there it is: another upright object in the backyard for Salt to lift his leg on.

*Edited for family viewing -- because I know ya'all gather around the monitor every night to read my posts.