Parlay!

As I'm writing this, I see a few scattered flurries outside. We're not expected to get any accumulation, but I'm still frustrated at the sight. We've had well over 7 feet of snow this season so far and we honestly can't handle any more. Jack has thrown his back out a few times from shoveling and mine is sore. Our snowbanks have gotten so high that we can't see oncoming traffic when we're backing out. Our mailbox is barely accessible. If we do have to do any more shoveling we'll have to get a ladder and climb about 7 feet up to toss each shovel load. This is what causes me to yell "Parlay!", "Mercy!", "Uncle!", "Enough!" every time I see a flurry.