And I wanted to clarify that I was laughing bitterly at myself and not at you, since I envy that you had a safe driving record until now. Between the weather and the deer, mine didn't last long.
Heh. Well, actually my unofficial driving history had me zipping into a ditch during a snowstorm 3 years ago to avoid being merged into by an inattentive semi driver. But that resulted in no damage, so it was between me and the towtruck driver, with the cops declining to file an accident report.
It's right on the edge of being cold enough to snow so it's raining, but with these huges chunks of snow plummetting suicidally to the earth. It's kind of strange.
Fenders suck. They are so spendy.
Yes, but I've been told that that's because they're so well made now that they absorb a lot of the impact of crashes that would otherwise be a lot worse. (Yes, DH is now doing auto insurance actuarial stuff and has learned some interesting things).
Still, sucks to replace them.
Between the weather and the deer, mine didn't last long.
Bet my mom's got you beat in the deer department.
I need someone to bring me a bucket.
Kidding. Burping helps.
I'm not wearing any Bears paraphernalia today, and people are eyeing me suspiciously. I feel like I need to make a badge that reads: "I'm not rooting for the Colts, you guys just didn't send me the freakin' MEMO."
...not that I own any Bears paraphernalia.
Still not too late to write "Bears Rule!" on your forehead with eyeliner, shrift!
:: she typed cheerfully::
My dad's a Bears fan. Not huge, just average. Chicago was close enough for us to drive up to games. Soldier Field is where I first saw strange men strip naked in sub zero temperatures.
I consider it a milestone in my childhood.
The department next to mine has a ton of temps in it right now, and the manager just told them they can leave now (3:20) and clock out (for payroll purposes) at 5:00. Luckies! I'm leaving at 5:00, because I have to pick up some stuff before I get home by 6:00.
ETA: the reason they're being let out early is in celebration of the Bears Super Bowl!
Oh dear god. This is so many kinds of wrong. The predicted high, note I say
high,
for Monday? 22. TWENTY TWO FREAKING DEGREES FAHRENHEIT. The low is
nine.
I may call in frozen.