Raking the Roof

Lately, we've had a lot of snow 'round these parts. And my someday spouse has spent his time plowing all of it - not our driveway of course.....he's been plowing for other people. Which has left me home alone with the kid, the dog, and a shovel for most of the winter.

Now, I've paid my dues. I've been out there shoveling the driveway during every single storm. Sometimes, I even shovel more than once. And I only complain occasionally about it - most often when I'm standing at the end of the driveway that I just spent three hours shoveling, only to watch the City plow truck turn the corner and bury me again. I've contemplated flipping off the driver, but he's just so damn friendly, waving and smiling at me when he goes by, that I just can't seem to do it. Instead, I start shoveling again, and I swear a lot.

This week, the someday spouse worked for 26 hours straight. I knew he was exhausted, and I did my best to keep up with the snow here. What I failed to do was rake the roof. There are a number of reasons that I didn't do it.....that damn thing is huge, our roof is really tall, and damn it, I just didn't feel like it. So Saturday morning, over coffee, he says to me, "You know, now might be a really good time for you to learn how to use the roof rake."

I'm sure the comment was meant to be innocent. I'm sure it was meant to mean "you know, in case I'm not home for 26-hours and you want to get ahead of the ice damns that are now so heavy they're ripping the gutters off of our half-a-mil-hobbit-house," but, of course, I'm a woman, so I didn't take it that way. Instead, my response was, "Oh, you think so? Well, that's fine. I'll rake the roof. Don't you worry. And I'll shovel the driveway, and the patio, and the deck. Oh, and I'll make sure you have a hot meal on the table too. Don't you worry one little bit honey, you'll never have to ask ME to rake the roof again."

I'm sure you can already see where this is going.

I geared up, got the roof rake, and headed outside. What I didn't realize was just how damn heavy and awkward that thing is. So, as the someday spouse stood in the kitchen with his cup of coffee, I stood on a snowbank behind the house, wildly wielding a 20-foot roof rake. I'm not sure if it was because I almost broke the kitchen window or if it had something to do with the shutter I ripped off the house, but he came outside in a hurry.

I'm pretty sure he won't be asking me to rake the roof again any time soon.

I think she bought it

This past Christmas, I did the unthinkable and did not destroy the "Santa" wrapping paper. Silly me, I thought shoving it in the back of the closet would be good enough.....however, during the move, I inadvertently left it sitting out on the bedroom floor and was completely busted. So, Easter was the only chance I had to make the kid believe, that indeed, there are magical little creatures that come and leave treats behind for the well behaved during the holidays. Last nite I painstakingly wrote this note, with my left hand so as not to be detected. The kid is running around this morning, thrilled that she has the Easter Bunny's autograph. She's also commented a million times on how Mr. Bunny Man left her more mature stuff this year, you know, since she's older now.

In other news, a huge Congratulations to Meg and Jen who just found out that they are going to be part of the Renegade Craft Fair in NY.....yeah!! I am so incredibly happy for both of them, and so incredibly jealous too! They are both mega-crafty-mommas and I'm sure they will do great.

We are still recovering from the snow storm that blasted us on Thursday.....we only just got our power back yesterday. So, today we'll go to the outlaws for brunch and then tomorrow I'll have to do some grocery shopping to replace the food that we could not shove in coolers on the back deck. In the Spring, we'll most likely lose our birch tree....which is a bum deal because I really kind of liked it.