I feel like I shouldn't bother blogging if I have nothing interesting to say, but I'm bored.
I only went to work three days this week because of the snow, but it feels like this week draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged.
We got like a foot of snow on Wednesday. Here's what my car looked like that morning:
Half an hour later, when I left the bathroom after getting showered and dressed, I glanced out the window and my car was completely cleared of snow. Ginger Upstairs's uncle/roommate cleaned it.
I still couldn't get out--my car was frozen to the ground. Which was the worst possible timing because I absolutely had to get to a shop very soon, as I had run out of certain *supplies* and needed them before my apartment started looking like a crime scene. I begged Stepmom to come rescue me, and we had an awkward trip to the supermarket, and then a somewhat less awkward coffee in Quick Chek.
Yesterday, it took me like half an hour to get out of my driveway, but by the power of prayer and cat litter, I managed it somehow. No way was I parking in my usual spot to do that all over again, so I texted Ginger Upstairs to ask him which side of the driveway I should block and which side they preferred to use, so I could park mostly in the street.
Not only did he tell me to park on the side that's not as steep, he told me to text him when I arrived home and he would come to the car and shovel me a better path to my door.
I said he didn't have to do that, I could manage in my snow boots, but thanks anyway.
In other equally unexciting news, I might be heading down to Mumsy's tonight or tomorrow morning, since we're due to get two more snow storms over the next seven days.
I love winter. I really do. But this is getting old. And I really really don't want to get stuck at Mum's again for a week. T.T
Also tonight, I shall meet Big Sis#2 at Niecey G's school for Bingo Night. I have no recollection of agreeing to this, but she insists that I did.
Poison Ivy is getting really fat.
I need a drink. Or 12.