And this time, it's not an April Fool's trick - like that other time. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. And I'm sorry I kept it away from you, but if it makes you feel any better, I also kept it away from Mr. Shoes. You see, this isn't exactly how I planned to get married, but as they say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
I'll make this as short and as simple as possible: from Friday, February 5th to Sunday, February 7th, we experienced suffered a snow storm. It took me five hours to shovel the sidewalk and dig Fotunatus [my car] out of 26 inches of snow. School was out for over a week. Less than a week later, we received another 12 inches of snow. More shoveling and digging ensued. By the end, I was sure I would need a chiropractor to fix my back, shoulders, waist, and arms.Since then, it has snowed about three or four more times, albeit very lightly. This week and next week, we're expecting snow; I don't know the amount.
So, where does Mr. Shoes come in, you ask? Well, you see, while we were shoveling, my male neighbors shoveled and shoveled and shoveled --- while their wives stood by the door and directed them, "Honey, you didn't get that little part there," and occasionally, their wives brought them soup, sandwiches, and warm beverages.
I want to be a wife, darn it! Shoveling isn't fun. I'd rather be giving directions and offering warm beverages. So, yes, Mr. Shoes and I will be getting married today. I have to make sure that I marry him before the next snow storm. Wouldn't want him thinking that I married him just because of the snow storm. I mean, what kind of wife would that make me?
