So today it snowed. Gene was at work. The kids where home playing in the snow. And I for a change was up before 10 a.m. on a Sat. Doesn't happen very often around here but today I was up earlier than I have to get up during the week to get the kids of to school. Scary sight oh well.
So after the kids where outside playing in the snow. It for once this week was warmer. I think we hit like 25 and that my friends was warm. When are highs are not in the double digits you know its cold around here.
So I decided to go and plow the driveway. Bad idea!!!!!! I must add at this point Gene has told me I am not allowed to plow anywhere but our driveway and sidewalk. No where else at all. Let me rephrase No where else at all. I mean it.
Did you miss it cause I did to. So being neighborly and friendly like I am. (Don't you wish you where my neighbor?) Sorry where was I? Oh yeah being friendly and neighborly. I went to help out an older neighbor who has a hard time walking. Well when I looked down the road, I noticed his neighbor hadn't been plowed out. Who by the way was even older. What is a person to do I tell ya. Split second decisions, I tell you what are not my best quality. So I went over to their house to just do the side walk.
Well all was going well until I came to the mailbox. I slowed down watched the blade kinda hit it but not bad. Then went on, well as some of you can attest I often to forget to watch my rear end.
Yep the back is a little wider than the front on our 4-wheeler. When I went and hit the gas after I thought I was safely by. You all the sudden hear
crack crash bang. I look back, the mailbox is on the ground.
The other neighbor who I went to help in the first place is outside and sees the whole thing happen. Like I wasn't going to go and tell these people what I had done. The thought crossed my mind but then left really fast.
I start laughing and finish plowing. When I finally get to my neighbors he just laughs. At this time another neighbor has come out. I promptly proceed to get of the 4-wheeler and tell him to finish.
I didn't take any pictures but it was funny, until Gene got home. He takes all the fun out of life.
You have to know at this point that in the 10 years of living at my house and plowing. I have succeeded in breaking, 3 mailboxes, curbing, sprinkler heads, and I am sure a ton of other things I just can't remember right know.
So my little fixer upper husband knows that every time I get on the 4-wheeler to plow our next conversation will go something like this.
Me: ring, ring.
Gene: Hello
Me: How much do you love me?
Gene: What did you break now?
Me: Laugh, do you promise to still love me?
Gene: Just tell me what I have to fix so I can bring home the right tools to fix it.
You get the picture. I really should think of a better way to call and break it to Gene but for some reason when I do something like this I find it amusing. Is that really bad?
Obviously I am easily amused.
One side note is that I have over the last 10 years realized that it makes my life much easier if I call Gene and tell him at work. So when he gets home he has had time to cool of. Makes my life easier. Not so much his but mine yes.
So when her gets home from lunch, he just walks down to asses the damages and realizes its an easy fix. Whew, I am saved he has it fixed and even has time to eat his lunch before he goes back to work.
Just for the record they people weren't home when I hit their mailbox. When they got home I went and told them what I did and that my husband would fix it. She told me thanks for at least trying to help. She also said no harm done as long as your husband will fix it.
Should I be worried? Or should I just stay away from plowing them out in the future?
Please tell me you are amused by my story. I was, is that bad? I really just have a big heart and want to help everyone out. Unfortunately for Gene that usually means that he has to repair something. Man I would be in trouble if I would have married someone else. I used to laugh at my grandpa Warren cause he was "A Jack of all trades" Well now I am realizing its not so bad to be "A Jack of all trades." Especially when you are married to me.
