Everyday we're shoveling!

A few months ago my husband had a dimly lit bright idea (sounds cruel but even he will admit that in hindsight he must have been looking at things in a dimly lit room wearing someone else's prescription glasses) to basically give up everything and relocate to New England. I will admit that I love New England in all of its historical cute and quaintness. However, I did not realize that this was the year of meteorological hazing.

Headlines everywhere about how we've been gifted nearly FIVE FEET of snow since January 23rd.

I know a lot of people live by the mantra, Go Big Or Go Home. Okay New England, you're home, let's stop going big please. You won the Super Bowl. You can stop going big now. Seriously you've proven that you are #1 (okay technically I think you're #2 in snowfall so far. Vermont is still showing you up, but we can deal with just being #2 right????)

So we've taken up a new past time. We shovel. We shovel in the morning, we shovel in the evening, and we shovel all over this land. We shovel and then go inside only to have the plow guy come through and say "You missed a spot!" only to walk outside later and see a new 2 foot mound blocking our walkway.

I bet Mother Nature smells our snow virginity. She can tell we've never walked knee deep in snow begging to feel our toes yet again. She sees my husband walking around sans coat in -10 degree wind chill and says "Get dressed or go back to where you came from big boy!"

I've learned over the last few weeks to enjoy just staying home. I hate staying in all the time. I don't have to spend money, but I just like being out with other people. Yeah, Mother Nature has decided I need to learn to connect with my inner homebody.

Hazed I tell you. I'm being hazed.

I love cold and I love snow but there is definitely a such thing as too much and I'm screaming uncle!

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