Leave it to my Mom, the angel.  She always has a way of making me see the other side of every situation.  While we were enjoying our coffee as Dad saved me from the snowblower, I mentioned Bill’s ticket situation.  (See below for full ranting details.)  Her reaction…”God’s sending him a little warning to be more careful.  Those tickets should be a reminder of all the times he didn’t get caught doing something more dangerous.  We’ve all been there.” 

Leave it to Mom.  I should title this one, “Still teaching me after all these years.”

So my wonderful husband is away and we got twelve inches of snow.  I was determined that a little dump of snow was NOT, I repeat, NOT going to leave me feeling helpless.  (I suppose I should tell you that our roles are very well defined…I don’t do lawns or snow removal…he doesn’t do toilets or floors.  It works!)  However, the “I am woman hear me roar!” side of me was going to remove that snow if it killed me.  Until my Dad called and said, “Don’t you dare go outside to snowblow…I’ll be right there.”  So  there I sat, in my nice warm house, having coffee with my Mom, enjoying my three children, watching my Dad through my 112 year old windows…thinking how lucky I am.  I will exert my independence another day….maybe when it’s warmer.