Jake has a fetish with shovels. Every winter you can easily find six of these things laying around the patios and driveway waiting to get used. He refuses to get rid of any because they all serve a different, very important, purpose. This year the fetish has grown yet again. Today at lunch he came home with this makeshift 49 inch shovel, because he couldn't wait for the one he ordered to get here tomorrow. This one is for those days when there are just light skifs (a technical word) of snow that don't warrant firing up the snowblower. Thankfully he doesn't have a fetish with those. This fetish makes him happy. And it is one that I can live with.
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I think it's pretty cute. What a guy, that Jake.
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