Snow (Hey Oh)!

I have some horrible, horrible news. I never made carrot cake cupcakes. *gasp*. Here's the story of my very eventful day:

At 1 o'clock softball ended, and it took 30 minutes to get home, as opposed to the usual fifteen. I needed to be at a friend's house at 2, so as soon as I got home I ran inside, grabbed study materials, and hopped in the car again. I never had time to change, so I was still wearing a tee shirt, sneakers, and running shorts. I got to the friend's house on time, and we hung out in her house until nine-thirty. At nine-thirty, another friend and I said our goodbyes and left to drive home. I opened the door only to find 8 inches of snow piled up against it. This was a tad bit daunting, so I borrowed some sweatpants from my friend for the trek to my car. Friend B and I complained while walking down the street that it would take "like ten minutes... uggh" to uncover our cars from the heaping mounds of snow. Over the last seven hours it had dumped profusely on the whole neighborhood. We swiped all of the snow off the two cars for ten-ish minutes like we expected. Then we tried to drive.

Not possible. We both were stuck. Both his Honda Sedan and my Jeep. We got out of our cars and started kicking snow away from the front of the cars and behind the tires. Then we got in our cars and tried to rock them back and forth, alternating who was pushing. This continued for thirty minutes. By then, my borrowed sweatpants were soaked and about fifteen pounds, and my sneakers and exposed ankles made my feet numb. Basically we were living the Minnesota dream. Friend B finally called his parents to come and help us, and we went up to get a shovel from Friend A's house. They were surprised that we were still at their house, they thought we went home 40 minutes ago. Ha. The parents instructed us to shovel the cars out and we kept rocking them, until we got them both turned around and down the street.

This whole time, since two o'clock, I had no phone. I had left my phone in the backseat of my car, and I didn't find it until I returned home. We left the house at 9:30, got unstuck and departed at 10:20, and I arrived home promptly at 11. My dad had been calling me all day warning me about the snow and wondering where I was, but of course I had no idea. On my way home, somebody else on Lyndale was stuck and the roads were otherwise empty, so I stopped and helped them push for another ten minutes.

By the time I got home, I had no patience for carrot cake cupcakes. I had to unthaw my body and sleep. Now, however, I have a day off school, and I am predicting that some will be made today. We'll see...

Hope I Live Until Tomorrow,

Carol