Last week a few storms came through and totally made Texas their bitch. But they didn't knock our power out, and Mike got home safely, so I'm not holding too tightly to a grudge. They did however litter our driveway with branches (large branches and small branches and branches of every size in between). Our retired neighbors swept their driveway the day after the storm. We've yet to clear our driveway because we've been fairly busy, checking our wedding registry and being excited. Sunday, after we came home from our movie date, Mike kicked a branch into our side yard and he said to me, with a serious look on his face, "Baby, every time you get out of the car, if you'll just kick a branch into the yard, we'll eventually get this driveway cleared."
I kicked a branch.
"YES! JUST LIKE THAT!"
"All right, babe."
We went inside without mentioning how totally out of our minds we both are. But, every time I get out of the car, I kick a branch. And I smile.