She Said Some Beautiful Things

I take it back. I'd have made an awesome pioneer. Provided pioneers had well-constructed shovels from Home Depot. You can't fully appreciate the magnitude of the work from this photo, but I. Just. Did. This. Again. My OWN SELF.

It snowed again after neighbor kid and I cleared it earlier. It's actually still snowing. I put the kids to bed. I went outside. Nothing could stop me! Look at this. What 35-year-old could do this? Obviously not me, which is why I did it tonight. If I were 35, surely I'd have thrown my back all the way out. Just look at that! Woman versus the mountain! Boo-yah!

Crap. I am not even close to making the mailman deliver my mail tomorrow. They yell at you if Mother Nature and VDOT block off your mailbox with snow and they won't come and bring you any birthday cards—of which you have received zero, because all the "neither rain, nor sleet, nor hail, nor whatever!" does not apply to the USPS in Woodbridge. I should probably go back out.

Do I still have that prescription stuff I got after my C-section? I'm pretty sure it's oxy. That sounds okay. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm so hungry now. I need to go replenish all those lost calories. 

Oh.