Welcome back, Linda. Thank God someone got to enjoy warm weather. I, on the other hand, got to play my favorite game this morning called "Hey! Is That My Car, Or Just a Big Snowdrift In the Driveway?" It involves shuffling along the driveway, painfully aware of the six-inch solid sheath of ice under your feet, until you reach a giant pile of snow. Then the player traditionally begins pawing at the pile of snow in hopes of finding something that feels like a door handle. If he or she is lucky, he or she is able to both find said handle and open the car door. This scenario, however, is extremely unlikely, and the general course of events usually involves the player tugging widly at the door in an attempt to break the icy mess that has sealed the door shut, all the while doing a cartoonish dance/skitter, which is a futile attempt to keep her balance on the aforementioned sheath o' slippery. The player wins the game when all of the following occurs: 1) She is able to effectively remove approximately 27 pounds of snow from the hatchback, roof, windows, and hood of her car; 2) She manages to coax the car into warming up enough to make the defroster operable; 3) She manages to back out of the death-inducing driveway without sliding into the neighbors' front yard. Very sporting, really.
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