It means so many things.
Just tonight, for instance, a dear friend recommended this topic… 20 minutes later and just 5 minutes shy of bedtime, Will ran naked and free through the house like a wild child… Only to face the consequences of such freedom by projectile rocketing his dinner all over the house. He’s fine now…. and if I weren’t so responsible sitting here with the baby monitor strapped to my head as he sleeps… I might like to throw caution to the wind, taking a glance at the martini glasses.. But no…I’ll only feel Plowed later. It parallels to the ad I just placed in the paper yesterday for a part time Childcare/Personal Assistant position… I thought Personal Assistant sounded so much more fun and exciting than “Mother’s Helper”… Well – sexy sells because today I had a HUMONGOUS response… humongous being the WORD OF THE DAY.. ringing in my ears. People need work, huh?… kidding. I really just want some overachieving high school kid to play with my son for an hour and then pick up my mail while I work. Because… Yes, before I get Plowed, the work is starting again.
But can you imagine being the snow? Seeing this winter in the forecast and thinking (because we all know snow thinks) This is it! This is the winter that I am going to fall from the sky and do my mighty snow dance all over planet earth… only to fall, settle in a bit, and be unsuspectingly PLOWED… after all that hard work and build up.. It isn’t unlike quicksand if you think about it… I mean, what CAN YOU DO? I know snow. My husband owns a plow and PLOWS SNOW… I’ve been PLOWING… Not so much fun, to tell you the truth… Snow. I’ve lived in heaps of it throughout many locations and times in my life and this winter has been eternal.. Plowing us under… I can pick snow up and tell you what kind it is… what wine to drink with it… what heel to wear. It’s a gift, I know… but I’m getting off track.
This winter, my friends, is the retribution for all of our plowing. While the weather people of the world unite and try to scare the daylights out of us before a flake falls… The snow this year has taken heed. It isn’t unlike anything else in life that can’t be predicted.. leaving us with our feet stuck in a mess of something frozen, cold and extremely uncomfortable.. I’m spent. Who wants to get plowed?
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I plowed…I am getting plowed by wine…the other getting plowed sadly is left to the snow because The Dish is in CA. *sigh* Also…why the hell didn’t you tell me about this job opportunity. Is it because I swear?
Oh also…I could totally relate to the running about the house naked and doing the projectile dance. Don’t ask how or why, but Will and I would get along famously!
Okay some sort of weird thing is happening because Sam just vomited all over me exorcist style and passed out with a raging fever.No naked running just some sort of killer germ over here.
I love it when the kids go to bed and I can run naked through the house and…oh damn…..I’ve said too much, haven’t I…..good thing I stopped before talking about, well, nevermind.So, you say snow thinks, does your snow up there bleed, because I keep wearing my very sharpest heels hoping to cause some bleeding but it just isn’t working.
Snow. Boo. Hiss.
I wasn’t kidding.. you could plow down here a few hours a week?
Plow yourself home, plow through some of those stellar resumes, take some of the plowed snow and plow it into a martini glass….add some alcohol and get PLOWED.And then chunder the plow.But, wait for me to plow through all this laundry first. I’ll be over in 6….months
I wish I were plowed right now. Heck with a day like today (sick miserable child) I could have started drinking at 7am.When you hire someone to take care of Will can she come over and take care of my kids too?
Nice word play here. I feel like being plowed right now. Hmm. Somehow that sounds dirty. I meant alcohol consumption.
I agree with you on the regrets felt by snow. I always feel really sorry for the piles of snow that got really dirty, so dirty that you can no longer tell them apart from dirt. Sad really.
after today I have no regrets. Plow away!