This morning, Hubby needed to head up to the rooph to knock ophph some ice phrom one oph the exhaust pipes.
Phil couldn't watch.
Phortunately, Hubby survived the trip to the rooph. Bephore his descent down the ladder, Hubby tossed his screwdriver into a snowbank. The good news is that we know where it went into the snow. The bad news is that we won't get to it until spring thaw.