Snow Shoveling

I think I can safely add to my list of occasions for which a girl ought to get a little dressed up: If you must shovel snow from your driveway, you might want to try doing it in a skirt.

Wednesday morning I spent about 30 minutes shoveling snow from our driveway, and by early afternoon I was out there again for a second round of shoveling so my students could easily park for their lessons.

I should mention that I am by no means a damsel in distress when it comes to snow removal; I grew up regularly shoveling snow not only for my family's driveway but for the entire private road on which we lived. I am a snow-shoveling pro, and I don't mind the work in the least.

However, after about five minutes, a guy with a plow on his truck who was driving by waved at me, honked, and gestured for me to step aside. In two pushes and thirty seconds he accomplished what would have taken me about half an hour.

When I told Nathan what had happened, he said, "From now on you're the designated snow shoveler. Whenever we need to shovel the driveway I'm just sending you outside to stand there and look pretty."