I’m being serious. That’s what real friends do. I complain about Alaska a lot. Maybe a little too much. It’s not all bad. It might sound crazy, but even though I hate living in Alaska, this is (and I think always will be) my favorite stop on our journey. Alaska will always be special because of the friends I’ve made here. I’m lucky enough to not have one or two good friends, but lots. On this day I had ten friends give up their Saturday afternoon to do strenuous, slightly dangerous, and messy work shoveling off my roof.
Not only did they show up with their snow gear and shovels, but they all had smiles on their faces.
We were the happiest roof-shoveling crew ever.
We managed to get the roof cleared in just over an hour. Pretty impressive if you asked me. Obviously you would ask me, who else would you ask? This is my blog.
You might be wondering where all of our children were while we were on the roof. Luckily, we had a crew of babysitters inside the house. I think their job might have been tougher than shoveling!
The best part of today was after the chore was done and we all came inside, ate, drank, and were generally merry. I made chicken tacos. Since I know everyone is going to be sore tomorrow I crushed up a bottle of ibuprofen in the chicken. You’re welcome.
It was Percocet.