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Feb 16, 2014 22:27

Apparently I'm building some kind of muscle in my arms, because I didn't hate myself shoveling snow.

Not that I shoveled much, but last time I had to shovel snow (we technically* have a service to do this) I whined after about two seconds. It was quite fun chucking snow over the five-foot drifts, if I'm being honest. Maybe I'll go out tomorrow and clean the snow off the deck, because right now we don't have a deck.

*So we have a snow plow guy who's supposed to come after a storm. Which would be convenient if he came sometime before three o'clock in the morning and actually threw down salt and/or sand. Because we have a steep driveway, and I don't have four-wheel drive, and I've sat in my car at the end of the driveway no less than three times this winter spouting expletives because I couldn't drive up.

Today I backed into a snowbank, which was a lot of fun. Hence the shoveling. And man, when I'm pissed, that snow goes far when I chuck it. I got the car out, though. Mom was impressed.

(Dad's the one who ultimately got my car up the driveway, but I'm 99% certain I'll need new tires come spring. Sighs.)
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