I think that's supposed to be carbon monoxide or something, but whenever big snowstorms hit I always think of it as snow. Maybe I SHOULD get drunk sometimes - I really need to chillax.
Anyhoo, so yeah; we've had a ton of snow. Well, not compared to like, Mt Rainier I guess, but a lot for us.
Shannon came over late Sunday night and ended up getting stuck here - at that point I was a *little* worried about what things would be like the next morning, but the snowfall was lightening up and it didn't seem THAT bad, so I figured things would be okay. There was enough snow on the ground to scrape up a quick snowball to toss at Brett in the kitchen (I enjoy thowing snowballs indoors, because that's where people least expect them), but not enough to cover the car. Yet.
The next morning things were much worse (about 8+ inches worse), but despite the news stations showing accidents and talking about downed trees, etc, Brett decided he should still try to go to work. Understandable - he's been gone for two weeks. Something to know however: he works 30 miles from here. Needless to say I was a bit concerned, but Shannon and I agreed to help him dig the car out, and even though my whomping cough is now even more whompinger (yes, I said that), it was so much fun that I think it was worth it.
We couldn't find any of our pairs of gloves, but B and I both have awesome matching blue parkas that are HUGE and keep you warm pretty much no matter what (thanks, dad). So Shannon threw on her gear, B tossed his giant parka on over his suit, and I threw mine on over my nightgown and a pair of knee-high leather boots with 3" heels (whatevs - it was 6am) and we went out with a broom, dustpan, and non-snow shovel to try and dig the Corolla out of the snow.
We shoveled and scraped and Brett kept "accidentally" brushing snow off the car straight into my boots, but we got the car cleaned off, and then worked on digging space in the snow behind the tires for easier backing-out. All the while, so much snow was still falling that it was even building up on top of our hoods, and on the newly cleaned off Corolla. Branches from several trees in our yard were literally TOUCHING THE GROUND they were so heavy with snow, and the big red bush by the driveway that usually stands taller than me had been flattened down to modest height of about four feet.
Shannon and I pointed all of these things out to Brett, but he still insisted on trying to make it to the office. Such a worker bee! So he gets in the car (it had been warming up while we shoveled) and I'm all stressed out and like, "I have my cellphone with me; call me if you need anything! Stay away from other cars on the freeway! I LOVE YOU!!!" Etc. Shannon and I back away from the car, Brett rolls up the window, throws it in reverse, backs down the driveway, and...
Fishtails right into the bushes by the mailbox. He's lucky he didn't commit a Federal offense. He tried for several tire-spinning minutes to move the car again, but to no avail. It was at that point he happened to receive a call from a co-worker who said that she'd been without power all night and was STILL snowed in and STILL without power, and that she wasn't coming in. I took this as an opportunity to peer pressure Brett back into the warm house with the justification that if he seriously can't even get out of the DRIVEWAY, how's he supposed to get all the way to work? And BACK?
Dispite his frustration, he came back inside and worked from home for a few hours. It stopped snowing around 8am and the sun came out, so Shannon decided to brave her way back across town to her parents' house, so she and I dug her car out while our neighbor took pictures (seriously, this is a LOT of snow for our town). Even with all of her Pullman snow-driving expertise, Shannon still had some difficulty getting her car onto the street, but once she was in the grooves most likely left behind by someone's beloved SUV, she was cool.
After that, Brett dialed into a meeting while I made a small bare-hand-crafted (where the fuck are all my gloves and mittens?) snow person out back. Brett decided to take another go at driving to work around 10am so we dug the car out again, and after he spent a few minutes ripping the shit out of my tires and filling the neighborhood with the smell of burning rubber, he too made it into the SUV grooves on the road, and ended up getting to work just fine.
Fortunately, he was able to leave work around 4pm and therefore also made it back HOME just fine; he probably beat the snow traffic by about 5 minutes, and according to the news "thousands" of people either didn't make it home at all last night, or spent about 5-6 hours getting there. Blech. So many cars were abandoned that apparently it was a 5-hour wait just for a tow truck.
Because of this, Premera decided to close this morning & B's boss was thoughtful enough to call at 5:30 to let him know (otherwise, he probably would've left a few minutes later). They opened up again at 8am though, so that's when he left, and he got there just fine not too long after.
Now it's afternoon-time, and even though none of our snow or ice has melted, cars are starting to get around just fine, as the grooves in the road get wider and wider. Our road still makes squeaky, crunchy noises when people drive by the house, but nobody seems to have trouble with it if they drive slow. Never the less, neither our garbage OR recycling have been picked up yet (they're supposed to go out Monday), and the guy who came this afternoon to change our phones to digital voice was here for about 5 minutes, said something about the phone wire they use being really fragile in the cold and about the ground being frozen, blah blah blah, and said he'd have to come back another time. Weak.
On a more disturbing note, have you seen Britney Spears' vagina lately? I didn't think there was a young hot celebrity crotch out there more cringe inducing than Paris Hilton's public restroom of a coochie. I guess I was wrong.
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