I’m wondering if all you folks who live in places where snow is common think us people on the East Coast of the United States are a bunch of whiny weenies when it comes to significant snowfall. Do you get tired of our storms being national news? Do you think: “Get over yourselves! We deal with snow on a regular basis and you don’t see us whining about it day after day after day.” So, I swear, this is my last snow-related post. (Unless we get another storm; then I feel I’m free to bitch and moan about it again.)
First, check out my fashionable snow shoveling outfit. I could totally wear this in Aspen and mingle with all the celebs, don’t you think? Either that, or I could rob a bank with my clever use of a Survivor buff as a face mask. (Buffs are those things they give the two teams on Survivor and all the skinny girls wear as tank tops. I use mine when I’m shoveling snow. Attractive, isn’t it?)
I can’t even tell you how much my back hurt after shoveling.
But despite all my bitching and moaning, my aching back, my seemingly endless imprisonment with He Who Talks Non-Stop All Day (aka the Little One), I have to admit it looked pretty darn gorgeous outside today. The pine trees looked like they’d been dusted in sugar, the snow was sparkling like diamonds, the tree branches were outlined in snow and ice, and the sky was this brilliant blue. When the breeze blew, it threw snow up into the air that sparkled in the sunlight like fairy dust. A girl might actually think it was worth it after all.