Sunday, February 10, 2008
OOOF
I love to shovel. I know. Sick. We have a push the snow shovel. Not a bend at the knees, lift with your legs, save your back shovel. I push the snow around into piles and rejoice in my command of the fluffy stuff. There is one thing I keep doing over and over though. I keep missing the raised cracks in the sidewalk, causing the handle of the shovel to hit me right in the solar plexus. I say, "Ooof" every time. Every. Time. I was so hoping that my brain would remember these trouble spots. Maybe my solar plexus will.
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Whenever I shovel the deck I will invaribly hit the same sitcking-up-nail. And I always do the "oof" thing.
Sistah.
Carla, I share you love of shoveling. I told my next door neighbor that I loved to shovel and he said he wondered what was wrong with me. The nerve!
solar plexis, eh?
Ouch.
Isn't that something they teach us in self-defense classes? Go for the solar plexus? I think you should carry the shovel with you when you are in a dark alley in Minneapolis. The shovel will protect you.
Ouch, done that before, you'd think we'd remember. Out of sight, out of mind.
Hilarious!! I lived in Nebraska for 5 years and felt your pain;those nasty sticking up things.... I for one hated shoveling. I can laugh now that it's not me anymore.
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