No it doesn't ... It feels GREEEEEEEEAT. I took my snow shovel; thanked it for staying with me through all the shoveling; laid it gently on the ground; and smashed the ever lovin' out of it with a sledge hammer.
It's a tradition with me ... and not a bad one, as many beers and much smoking lubricate the ceremony, this wonderful rite de passage through which I pass into Spring.
I just hope the weather co-operates.
I just thought I would share this. Why not? Anything goes, eh. However, if anyone else has a quirky ritual which makes them feel good, feel free to share.
