Alright shovel, it comes to this: I don't like you. You don't like me. But you've been cooped up useless all spring, summer, and fall so you need to get out and about. And I've been off the bike and feasting on holiday treats so I need the exercise. Long of the short, you need me for freedom every now and then, and I need you to help stop the wife from complaining about the snow accumulation in front of the door. We both should just make peace now and accept it for what it is.
We're in this together.
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