Most of y0u know that here on the East Coast we got hit with a blizzard last week. This was our first big snowstorm living in a house rather than an apartment so my husband was dismayed to realize that he was now the one responsible for shoveling the driveway. Naturally, massive procrastination followed.
Day one passed with no signs of a shovel emerging at all. Day two came and I had to cancel a visit to a friend since we still had a foot of snow covering the driveway. Finally, on day three my husband reluctantly put on his boots, pulled out the shovel, heaved a big sigh and headed out the door.
I thought: Hooray! We’re no longer going to be stranded inside the house! Maybe we can even go to the store! And yet, as soon as I finished having that thought, my husband came back in panting as if he had just run a marathon. (Which, by the way, he does. Run marathons. So this is not a guy who is out of shape. Or so I thought.) Yes, he shoveled for all of 5 minutes and then came back in, claiming exhaustion and that he needed to “take a little break.” This went on all day. 5 minutes outside, 25 minutes inside on the couch watching TV. And there was one time when he came in after his 5 minutes were up and proclaimed, “I think I just earned myself a beer!” and he proceeded to open a beer and plopped on the couch.
I would’ve taken a picture of him shoveling but apparently I’m not quick enough because every time I was about to he came back in the house so here’s a cartoon image I found on google images. Apparently, even a cartoon can shovel better than my husband.