Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I survived Snowpacolypse 2011, and all I got was this shovel

Unless you've shoveled 24 inches of snow and ice from your driveway AND half your street, you have no idea the sense of accomplishment I felt at this moment. I had a strong urge to scream out, "I am woman, hear me roar," but I was out of breath. (For an entire week.)

A big thank you to my dear mum, who never made me shovel the driveway -- but did instill me with a sense of stubborn, inextinguishable will.

(Try saying that five times fast.)

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