So I come back from work last night, life is good: I don't care about work anymore because it's so not important and I get home to wonderful family valentine diner that Josée and the kids organized. The fireplace is going, a nice music playing, and as soon as I get through the door a tasty Boréale Dorée beer (so good like nothing you guys ever tasted) gets put in my hands.

We're having a nice diner by the fire, watch the snow fall and get a movie started. 8:30PM and it bed time for the kids. Then Josée says "I think you should start thinking about shoveling orelse you'll never get to work before 11:00AM tomorrow.

I look through the window: Un-fucking-believable!!! I've never seen this ever in my life! Hardly 1 inch had fallen over the existing foot of snow we had had so far when I got home and we got almost 6 inches in the past 3 hours!!!

So I put my snow pants on, get dressed warmly: it's -18... and get the fuck out. I started shoveling but when I got to one end, there was 4 inches already on the other end. fuck! I look up and there 4 feet of snow on the roof of the veranda! All the snow from the roof of the house had blown onto the veranda below. so here I am, 10:00PM at -20 and getting on top of a fucking ladder to get on the top of veranda before it collapses.

I finally manage to get the most off of it, get back inside and sit by the fire sipping a warm herbal tea before going to bed.

6:00AM, this morning, I wake up... worried... look out and here I go again! When I got to the driveway, I started realizing that the problem wasn't to know if I was going to get the cars out, but rather how the fuck to get in the cars!!! They were burried under, beside and around 3 feet of snow! I had to get in the van from the trunk!!! I was late for work. Fuck I love Québec!

My back is fucked and I still have another 3 hours of shoveling to do when I get home tonight! I've never seen that much snow fall in one night, but it beautiful!