We aren't hiding, we are shoveling out and carrying wood up closer to the door so as not to have to walk too far to grab a few logs to throw on the fire. Grabbed an armfull last night and bopped myself on the forehead with a frozen, snowy, HARD edge. Now I have a gash over my right eye. My co-workers must think I hang out in some biker bar on the weekends, I'm always coming in Mondays with another bruise, scrap or owchey Little do they know the only bike around here is the one Mario tries to ride and he has training wheels