untitledeye: Just a good ol’ boy, never meanin’ no harm.

Here in untitledland, we’ve had quite the dumping of snow lately. The other day, untitledhusband was working from home when what does he hear but a high-pitched NEEEEEEEEEE NEEEEEEEEEE NEEEEEEEEEE coming from our normally quiet suburban street. Was his computer fan burning out? Was it a weed eater? A remote-controlled airplane? No. It was our POSTMAN — whippin’ shitties out in the street, just like a 16 year-old boy who’s stole the keys to his dad’s Miata.

Whippin' a Shitty 1

Tire Closeup

Whippin' a Shitty 2

As you can see in these pictures, he had a hard time coaxing his breadbox from house to house. He’d get within a few feet of his target when his rear end would fishtail out of control. Methinks life might easier for these guys if they outfitted the wheels with something other than pencil erasers. Unfortunately, untitledhusband did not get pictures of the other snow-related neighborhood fiasco — the girl next door who was struggling to pull her car into her parents’ driveway. He was too busy drawing all the shades and pretending not to be home. My hero.