I want to shovel the snowbank before you come outside.
I want to do it so you won’t have to.
I go nuts with my purple snow shovel.
I wipe that snowbank out of existence.
I get it done in just the nick of time.
And you come out smiling.
But now my body refuses to move.
Now I have a large pain everywhere.
Now I feel like I am going to die.
I may just die.
I blame you.
It’s your fault I love you so much that I want to shovel a giant bank of snow for you.
That’s all you.
Why do I love you so much?
Why am I in this much pain?
Love hurts sometimes.
Oh, you poor thing! Love hurts! We've got a lot of snow here too…over a foot.
Thanks for the laugh today!
Michele, you did it this time. You made that gorgeous man. Is he recyclable? If he is I want him hehe! Sweet poem – Hugs Nat
Drugs! Drugs are the answer! I heart shoveling too, but it sure can be a pain in the body. Rest up lovebird. I'm sure it will snow again next week.
Lovely words, Michele. And too funny! Great photo, too.
What a valentine for your handsome man! Sweet and funny and oddly touching. I'll bet he never looks at that purple snow shovel quite the same again 🙂
hilarious!