Last thing I want is one of his little man paws to be ripped off.

Yesterday I was telling my sister that I don't make this shit up.

As I was writing about Ching's issue of heartburn and not being able to decipher the difference between a mint and an antacid tablet, he comes into the family room with this statement:
CCW:  Hey, I think we should get a snow blower.
JCW:  Oh crap.

Here were my immediate issues that pop into my head:
1.  This proclamation is 36 hours before the biggest snowstorm since 1978 is going to hit.  Just seeing Ching Wang with his credit card looking at snow blowers would make any merchant salivate and jack up the price 200%.  (Christ, I would.)
2.  By the time it would be delivered and (hopefully) assembled, it will be Thursday evening.  It will be dark out and Ching will want to use it as soon as the snow starts falling the next day.  I wish he had more time to prepare and read the manual, etc.  I believe that I have said this before...Ching is wonderful with the girls, very smart, well read, and the man when it comes to the spreadsheet but handy is not his thing.  When Ching dabbles with anything mechanical, I tend to want to check the dismemberment portion of the life insurance.  Last thing I want is one of his little man paws to be ripped off.
3. The last purchase that I would deem similar currently sits in the garage.  A couple of years ago, as we needed a new lawn mower, Ching thought an electric mower would be a good idea.  This mower has a cord.  Mowing our lawn is like vacuuming a large carpet.  As you walk away to gather more cord, the mower, being very light, flips over.  The thing is a joke and looks like it should have bubbles coming out of it.  Currently we have a nice service that comes every other week to mow our lawn (with a real mower.)

My points were listened to but he bought it anyway. (Ballsy on his part.)  It came assembled and they even gave him a little tutorial.  We did have a little issue with the gas can.  Ching couldn't get the safety top off but I showed him how to do it (and stifled every bit smart ass that was dying to be said).  Before he went out to use it, I did tell him, not to reach into the machine if something is stuck.  I am not sure how much he appreciated the advice.  The girls loved seeing the snow fly.  And I prayed not to see any chunks of Ching in that flying snow.

But all is well (after the first try). But after the amount of snow that will need to be moved this weekend, I am sure the novelty is going to wear off.  I am pretty sure that this blower is going to find a home next to that plastic mower as Ching is finding a snow plowing/shoveling service.