lady_sarai

Oh dear lord. We got about 6-7 inches of snow on Sunday, with half an inch of ice after--so Monday I spent 45 minutes digging my car out of the snow and freezing my butt off, thanks to the wind that blew the snow back on me after digging.

Then my neighbor (who plows our driveway) called last night after dark to ask if I could move my old car to the lawn next to the garage--he plowed a space for it--so it would be easier to plow and we could get out of the driveway.

Um.

For the record, my old car? Has not been moved since we got that first foot of snow. About a foot and a half ago.

>_<

TODAY I got to shovel snow AGAIN. According to the computer, it was 8 degrees. (Which, Katt, is -13 Celcius.) >_<

I hit the hood of my car with the shovel because I couldn't see where the snow ended and the car began. And then the car got stuck and I had to dig MORE.

To open my door at all, I had to shovel the snow away because it had drifted so the snow was up to the mirror. THE MIRROR. I stood in snow over my knees. I cannot stress this enough.

The car is now moved.

I am so goddamn sore.

And guess what?

We're supposed to get snow again tonight. Which means shoveling again tomorrow.

Pardon me while I go weep. No, wait--weeping will have to wait until yuletide is done, ZOMG.