My neighbor (sorry Kali) got stuck in her driveway this morning. It could happen to anyone with all the snow we have piled up around here. I mean, it probably wouldn't happen to me because I love driving in reverse (another story) but I'm just saying. Anyhoo she stopped over to see if I could help her so I made her watch the babe while I donned hat, mits, ridiculously huge boots, and a puffy down jacket. As I was shoveling out her car I decided there is little more gratifying than shoveling snow. It's a great work out. You can see progress immediately. And it provides you with a disillusioned but blissful sense of power. Mike wants to get a snow blower. I would prefer to shovel.