David took the kids to his parents for the day, leaving me in blissful quiet. Empty, cavernous, blissful quiet. The kind of quiet where you can hear your own blood in your ears and start to think that's just kind of cool.
About 4 hours later, afer a marathon watching of Arrested Development, I began to feel guilty that the house was still trashed. I did the dishes, but there was some guilt left. I decided that I would show my gratitude by taking out the garbage so that David didn't have to do it when he got home.
But the driveway is reeeeeeeeeeeally long. And it still has an inch of snow left over from the last storm. Then I got an idea.
I'm sure I'm not the first woman dragging a Radio Flyer sled filled with trashbags down an unplowed driveway while wearing blue plaid rainboots, a flannel jacket and her husband's fleece sweatpants.
Totally got the job done. And I looked goooooooooooooooood doing it!!