It took four separate shoveling events to finally dig my car out so that I could return to work today.  Next time it snows, though, I will not be out shoveling at 10pm in the snow and wind.  Not because of the extreme weather conditions and the fear I might lose my nose to frostbite or my eyelashes might freeze together, but because I don’t think I could handle another ‘lecture’ from my neighbor informing me that it’s unbecoming for women to do work outside.  That’s why she has a husband, of course.  Or maybe  I should just get two ‘tarded’ boyfriends.  Oh the possibilities….  My guess is I’m just going to continue to be unbecoming and shovel myself out. Shocker.