After another snowstorm, it is fair to say that I am getting sick of seeing a shovels. A shovel here, a shovel there, a shovel everywhere. They just don't seem to go away. It feels like they're follow me everywhere. They are a dreaded sight of mine by now. I feel like I am picking one up everyday, to continuely shovel a large pile of snow that just doesn't seem to ever go away. By the end of the winter, I dont know if I will be able to look at another shovel ever again.