Shoveling.
I shouldn’t be subjected to shoveling my sidewalk or the stairs.
Do you know who I am?
I’m a young lady. Young ladies do not shovel sidewalks.
Either you shovel sidewalks or you wear lipstick and high heels.
I wear lipstick and high heels. I do not shovel sidewalks.
I wish Sam Elliott would ride up on his stallion, wearing a kerchief, and just scoop me up and take me somewhere for hot cocoa near a fireplace. And promise me. Promise me when I get back, he’d have someone take care of that shoveling.
Please, Sam Elliott, come get me. I’m waiting. It’s cold.
robola said,
December 5, 2007 at 10:33 am
Sam Elliot picked me up last night for coffee and arranged for someone to shovel my walk, pick up my dry cleaning and do my laundry. Thanks Sam Elliot!!!
You know I’d shovel sidewalks for you, baby. Just point to the sidewalk you want shoveled — preferrably your own and not just random sidewalks — and I’ll clear that snow. Clear it all. Just for you.
vanderslice said,
December 5, 2007 at 1:51 pm
once my dad let me stay home from school because i had a french test and didn’t want to go and i had to shovel the whole driveway and i had to stay home the next day because my back hurt so much.
but i love shoveling, so i’ll shovel a path for you!
vanderslice said,
December 5, 2007 at 1:51 pm
i’m going to wear my ugs though, so. . . . . . .