So we got a little snow today. By a little I of course mean a ton. Anyway I decided before I do anything else this morning I ought to help my mom and brothers shovel. So I layer up (a jacket, 2 coats, 2 pairs of gloves, tights, socks and a hat...what, I get cold easy?!) and head outside. After shoveling for a while mom asks for someone to put the garbage on the street. "No problem" I think and head over to the side of the house. I brush off the snow and start trudging towards the street. I'd trudged maybe 3 steps before slip, crunch, ouch! I had slid and fallen on the snow and had taken the garbage with me. The bin had landed on top of me and having already used up all my strength shoveling I found I couldn't lift it. I was trapped, and it was SMELLY. Um...help I said without much hope since my family had gone to the neighbors. Lucky for me it didn't take very long before Dom rounded the corner and rushed to my aid. That my friends is what Simpson's and I call a comedy+trauma = tramedy.
For the Simpson fans this experience reminded me of the time Homer Simpson gets stuck under the tractor. By the time Dom had found me I was yelling, "Move the hand break!" :)
