I got my car stuck in the snow... | elwing's Blog

 In case y'all hadn't quite realized it yet, I'm... pretty well an idiot. 

So, this morning, my roomie's carpool guy backed out on him, 'cause we got like four to six inches of snow last night, right? So, roomie decides *we* are going to try and get out of the driveway and onto the road, and I'm going to drive him to work at 6am this morning. 
 

Eh. Thats not such a bad thing, right? Naw. Its cool. I'm OK with that, though it means I'm going to have to get up at 5am, bundle myself AND my preschooler up to high heaven, warm up the car, get all the snow off the car's hood, trunk, and windows... Stomp around in huge, uncomfortable boots... Drive for a total of four hours to take and pick him up from work. (There and home when I take him, there and home when I pick him up) Its cool. I'm OK with that.

The car... Gets... Stuck. I can't move it. Though, we can rock it a bit, so I have roomie get out and push at the back end, with me driving foreward. OK... That's not working, so we try the other way. He puts it in reverse, and I push on the front. I grunt, I strain, I push... Legs parted to keep my ballance and footing, I shove and I heave as the car rocks...

And, sliiiiiiiiiiiiide go my legs, easing out wide and then BACK, and I fall face first into the snow, getting snow up inside my COAT, up inside my SHIRT, in my pants legs... And, of course, since (because of my position) my crotch was the first part of me to hit the snow, I am now moist and FUCKING FREEZING in areas that God did not intend cold to be. 

Bah. We all stumbled back into the house, brushed the snow off ourselves, and went back to bed. Screw work. There's NO way I'd be able to get him there. Good news is, he's not gonna loose his job over it.

Did I mention that I positively, absolutely, one hundred per cent HATE snow? I'm not kidding. I HATE it. I hate the cold and I hate snow because it *means* cold, and GRRRF!