...but don't call me stupid. This is what we experienced in the past 8 hours (remember, it was 78 degrees here yesterday):
Now some of these were taken by either Big Boss Man or Beanpole, so I'm not quite sure what they are:
And then there are some that really give the feel of how much snow we got (but not really because the camera just doesn't do it justice...a total of 10 inches here):
Now imagine us outside, wading through the snow on what we think is our sidewalk, trying to find the snow shovel that one of our blessed children left out there...somewhere...
And no, we never found it, but the truck was actually parked in the road (I couldn't see where the street ended and our yard began, so I'd rather stay in the street), so we had to do something. So, being the ever-prepared, always inventive and imaginative woman that I am, I grab the next best thing. My weapon of choice?
Yeah, that's right, a dustpan. Because when you've got to shovel, you've got shovel. So I shovel. Freakin' back-breaking work, or so I thought. I figured I'd get inside and warm up, and then all of a sudden, not be able to move due to my back seizing up and refusing to move. Even Big Boss Man came out, and with the assistance of our trusty leaf rake, "shoveled" the lower end of the driveway. The results of our efforts?
(And no, there are no plants in those planters).
A meager prize for all our hard work...but keep in mind, most of it was done with a dustpan.
So now, I sit. I've made dinner and have a steaming bowl of LaChoy Chicken Chow Mein sitting in front of me (my pregnancy craving of choice). And my arms feel like they may actually fall off my body. Really, I think if they fell off, it would be less painful than what they feel like when I try to move them. In fact, my arms are physically shaking just from the weight of the spoon I'm trying feably to feed myself with.
The kicker in all of this? Our neighbors. Our nice, friendly neighbors...3 of which I saw, and I'm sure they saw us (or heard us, as a few colorful explitives were muttered when standing up straight after 10 minutes of bending over). There driveways were actually shoveled already, some of them out into the street (since our 'hood is one of the last to get plowed, if it ever does). And not one of them offered their shovels...probably (as I told Little Linebacker and Beanpole) because they'd seen ours sitting in our front yard for the past two weeks, and they thought to themselves "Who leaves their snow shovel out in the yard when we're expecting 10 inches of snow?!?! MORONS."
Yeah??? Well I happen to think the rake and the dustpan did a mighty fine job, even if I can't move tomorrow morning.
5 comments:
Global warming anyone?
Hey girl, I feel your pain. Our first year in Richmond after moving down from Buffalo, dear husband left the snow shovel in Buffalo. We got slammed with a biggie snow the first year and there was not a snow shovel to be had in Richmond so we took 2 cookie sheets and did the driveway so we could get out. I didn't think either of us would ever be able to move again! We only got about 5 inches on this side of the river. Take it easy, girl...remember, you're with child. And I think each boy should have to write "I will never leave the snow shovel in the yard again." 100 times by hand. Take care. Haven't forgot your quilt pics. Got the first Celtic symbol done last night and halfway through the next one so gonna wait until it's done and send you a pic of both.
Now that the snow clearing is done...sit back, do little, and remember this day when it's 103 degrees and 89% humidity....
Jackass neighbors...
But kudos to you on your dustpan ingenuity!
Brilliant!!
Hallie
Its amazing how 25 mins of RAKING snow can leave one sore. I dindt feel it until today..
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