My mother in law called this morning, “Don’t you dare shovel”, she said.
Then my mom called, “Please don’t shovel”, she said.
Me? Oh I am a big shot. I LOVE shoveling. The cold crisp air, the dogs running around, the neighbors being all neighborly. Yeh, one big happy group out there shoveling away, throwing balls for the dogs and snowballs with the kids. (note the heartbreakingly adorable picture of my dog)
Well hear me now world. THAT WAS THE LAST TIME I SHOVEL.
Me: I am pretty sure I am having a heart attack.
Gary: Nah, I am pretty sure you pulled a muscle, that is what manual labor feels like.
Me: What do you know from manual labor? Tennis is NOT manual labor.
Danny: He uses the leaf blower.
Me: (after 20 years of refusing to agree to this) Ok, go buy a snowblower. And make sure it is a big-ass one and gas powered.
I suppose there are times in all our lives where we have to start to realize our limitations and adjust our behaviors. I can rock n roll with the best of them, but the snow shoveling, not so much. And hey, it’s not like giving up something that is all that pleasurable.
Now you will excuse me while I go crawl up to bed with my cardiologist on speed dial (just in case).
(kidding moms! seriously that was just for effect. i am fine, really)