Just in case you were wondering, scraping four inches of ice off of your walkway is not made any easier by strapping a 23 pound toddler to your back while you do it. But, it is done, and Mia is watching her beloved Elmo while I fortify myself with Cheez-Its and try to control my leaden arms well enough to type.
And where, you may be wondering, is my husband, who ought to be busting out the manly machos and shoveling the walk himself? He's working. In the basement. By talking on the phone. Which yes, I understand he does have to do and I do not fault the division of labor at all, but it's days like these that I would much rather be doing his kind of work than my kind of work. Also, I left the sidewalk for him to do, and we have a hell of a lot more sidewalk than walkway. Neener neener.
(In addition to working, I suspect he is driving himself slowly insane trying to figure out whether or not I really bought him a Hustler for Valentine's Day. Not telling, that would ruin the surprise.)
Also, um, I think I might vomit, because that was way more exercise than I have gotten in a long time and it has left me a little woozy. Maybe I just need more Cheez-Its? Or possibly Elmo is making me sick, he tends to do that.
And finally, at the risk of taking this joke entirely too far, I present My Nightstand: Revolutions (which is, you know, like the third Matrix movie, since this is the third time I'm posting it, funny, right?).
He gave me a dollar back. Do you think that's my tip?
Oh, if you are doing the Small Change thing with me, today is the day.