i love snow, not ice

i know the last post was quite lengthy, me so sorry. i will keep this on the shorter side. for those of you who have been knocked out dead in a coma the last few days and do not already know, the weather has been none too kind.

i woke up thrusday morning to a completely iced over car. now if you paid any attention to the previous post, you know that my beastly beauty, the trailblazer, has been at the doctor due to the crafty works of some ninjas. when the tow truck picked up my automobile (said in the voice of long duck dong, sixteen candles), i thought i had gathered all of my necessities out of her. sadly, i couldn't have been more wrong. how was i supposed to foresee what the great fortunetellers of st. louis or meteorologists to you lay people, would have in store for me?

i seem to had overlooked a highly important clutch in my car, the ice scraper. so there i was, stuck without an ice scraper. deep inside, i know the powder blue mazda 3 or smurf as i refer to him, was chuckling away at my problem. what the bloody hell was i to do?

i had no other choice but to jack the defroster on super high and start rummaging the house for something tangible:

1. cd case - nope, broke in 2 whacks
2. cd - nope, i might have scratched the window a bit (shh, don't tell)
3. calculator - nope, a button or 3 went flying
4. metal spatula - bingo (and yes, i'm talking the one you flip pancakes with)

picture if you will me "whipping up" some ice-cakes off my freaking windows. if any neighbors were watching, they had to be thinking this chick is out of her flipping (haha, get it-flipping pancakes) mind. luckily, i think the only person who was out there was my neighbor, bill; bill is always drunk, even at 9:30 in the morning, what a rockstar!

anyway . . . i scraped the living crap outta the smurf and was finally able to see after only 30 minutes of hacking. i then, ever so cautiously, made it to work and had one of the busiest stinking days ever . . . the end.