Rake my Roof

So Max went out to rake the snow off the roof today.

There's absolutely nothing interesting to say about that. I was not home to take suggestive photos and Max refused to stage them himself for my exploitation enjoyment, but I am weak and unlike my former post where the notion came before the juvenile-but-irresistible title, this one came to be without a fascinating story to go with it.

So the risk of ice damming is minimized for another snowfall. Yeah. Think about it.