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Flipping the migrating bird at Mother Nature

As if I haven't said it enough already, I am so COMPLETELY done with winter. Yesterday, we had temps in the 50s, bright sun for much of the day, and a breeze that had that touch of warmth as if to say "I'm spring, and I'm right 'round the bend." And then we had THUNDERSTORMS last night, with glorious lightning flashes that had me giggling like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I lovelovelove the thought of spring showers, warm winds, green grass, budding trees and flowers. Oh glorious day!

And then all that rain froze and the snow came. I didn't dare back my car out of the drive for fear it would slide down the hill and become lunch for a hungry plow. Not to mention the fact that someone apparently hit my back fender at some point during the weekend. I got a nasty scrape on the bumper and it was wedged slightly out of place like someone's arm with a shoulder dislocated, but I hip-checked it back into place. I'd like to avoid the auto body shop if at all possible, or I'd be without a car until Independence Day. (And how fitting that would be.)

At any rate, since I wasn't slip-sliding my way to the gym today, I decided I would put my muscle to work shoveling. Which really was more like chipping ice with a small sledgehammer and scraping it away from the pavement. I even battled the end of the driveway, iceberg central since the plows had been by.

Using a chart I found online, I figure I burned about 630 calories.

Off to raid the Girl Scout Cookies. My "dealer" delivered them yesterday.

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