Weather Schmeather

I may love the snow, but I do not, I repeat, DO NOT love the ice. Despite the weather forecasters calling for freezing rain and sleet last night, I went to bed not thinking anything of it. I feel like I can count more times of them forecasting something terrible and waking up to absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. But not this morning.

I woke up and, as predicted, my car was covered in ice. Covered. Being that it was/is just another work day, I went to start my car to defrost some of the ice that I would soon be chiseling away at. I took my first step outside and, like a cartoon slipping on a banana peel, I fell straight on my tush. (I swear I saw stars and had little birdies tweeting and circling around my head.) I had no idea what just happened.

When my senses came back, I realized that not only was I still sitting on the ground in the puddling rain but also that it must've been too early for my brain to be functioning. Even though I saw my car covered in ice, my brain didn't register that everything was probably covered in ice (and still is), and as I took my first step I slipped ... on the ice. (Go figure.)

I must of permanently knocked some sense out of me too because right after I fell I locked my keys and purse in my car after I turned it on and, consequently, was late for work.

We're supposed to have more freezing rain tonight. [Sigh.] You better believe I will be listening intently to what Mrs. Weatherwoman (ours is a girl) has to say. I learned my lesson today, and I have a constant reminder in pain form when I sit down. Now that I think about it, perhaps I should consider taking a sick day tomorrow...?!

(By the way, I would like to send a shout out to Tom, Brian's stepdad. Tom is my hero. Not only did he cook me dinner last night, but he also did the dishes and told me to relax. (I stayed at his house since we couldn't walk on the floors for 24 hours.) Then, this morning, after I locked my keys in my car, he called AAA and had them unlock my car. He salted the driveway (and the deck for Jack) so we wouldn't have a repeat of this morning's picturesque plummet that I had just performed, and made sure that I was ready to go for work. He's a life saver. AND, he's been showing Jack the time of his life since Saturday. Seriously, THANK YOU, TOM for all your help! And I'm keeping my fingers crossed that you found your wallet!)