I LOVE snow! I really do! I love snow when I can sit inside my toasty warm house with my sweet little kids, bake up a batch of pumpkins spice muffins, and enjoy it's beauty from the inside.
I do NOT particularly care for snow when it's 6:00am and I'm trying to convince my little 4-cylinder Corolla that yes, SHE CAN maneuver her way out of our driveway, into the 10+inches of snow piled up in our cul-de-sac (Thanks for nothing snow plow dude!), and happily continue on her way down our unplowed street to my work.
Nope. Not much fun at that point.
This morning... I almost gave up.
As usual, I backed out of our recently shoveled driveway into the white abyss that is our cul-de-sac. As soon as I hit the bottom of our driveway, I knew that this may not be as easy as I had hoped. I tried to continue backwards, but the tires, which are brand new by the way, just spun. So, I threw it into "drive" and attempted to go forward. I think I achieved a full 12 inches. So again... we try reverse.... and then drive... and then reverse... and then drive again. All the while I'm chanting, "C'MON DIMPLES!!!", hoping and pleading for her to pull through. (My car is named "Dimples" due to some nasty hail damage she suffered about 6 months after I bought her. She's fixed, but the name stuck.)
Finally, after stomping on the gas in every possible direction, and seeing my neighbor peer out his front door at me like I'm some crazed lunatic... Dimples and I were on our way!
As I continued on my drive (and I use the term "drive" loosely because I really don't think I had any form of control over my vehicle until I reached the main street a few miles away), I heard on the radio that Central Ohio is on track to have the snowiest February ever. EV-ER!!!
YA THINK?!?!
It's kind of hard to see just how high the snow is piled up in front of our house because all you see is WHITE!!
Steve finally had to break down and buy a $12 snow shovel at Meijer when this all started. It gets the job done (and will give even the fittest of fit a great workout... trust me), but he's been drooling over our next-door neighbor's snow blower like it was a swimsuit model.
Maybe next year babe!
Poor guy.
