In the Driver's Seat

When I backed out of my driveway for the second time yesterday morning, it did not occur to me that the neatly cleared pavement from an hour earlier would be densely packed with gray slush from the street plows.

Luckily, my daughter and I had decided to leave early for school, just in case the roads were bad. We never thought about the driveway, until the car stopped dead against the newly arrived immovable cushion of snow. With surprising good nature, she immediately offered to jump out and shovel, and I was not about to object, with my car's tushy warmers giving me the closest thing I'll get these days to a hot stone massage.

As it turned out, my daughter was wearing neither snow boots nor gloves, and my thrifty little spa treatment was short lived. Reluctantly (at least on my part), we switched places, and out I went to try to shovel a path while she waited for instructions on when to rock the car forward and backward. The piles of snow seemed insurmountable but, after a few minutes, thinking I had shoveled enough, I told her to give it a little gas. Well, it's hard to imagine such a skinny little wisp of a thing having such a heavy foot but the front tire started to spin at what seemed to be three million rpm's and, much to my daughter's toasty-assed delight, sprayed me with a face full of snow. Another thrifty spa treatment, I suppose; at any rate, the closest thing I'll get these days to a facial.

Okay, it's not like I'm complaining about not being able to afford some beautification and relaxation every now and then, but I have let things go a bit. Let's just say it's been so long since my last bikini wax I don't even need a leash for Manny. Ooh, that was awkward. Anyway, as we girls finally lurched backwards into the street (yes, people, I was back in the driver's seat since she was still bent over laughing about the little spraying incident) we high fived each other, congratulating ourselves on our can-do spirit.

Yesterday, we moved mountains. Tomorrow, maybe we'll tackle the broken door in the upstairs hallway. Maybe even screw in a few lightbulbs.