Crying in the car...

Okay so that sounds pretty melodramatic. I don't mean it to sound that way but I promise there is a point to that title post.

Driving to work yesterday had to be one of the scariest driving experiences for me EVER. I live in a valley and our roads aren't "overly" traveled in the morning. So yesterday it was ICY!!!! I don't mean like "oh there is icy spots on the roads be careful". I mean that when I turned out of my subdivision yesterday morning the first sight that greeted me was two cars smoking off the road in a ditch tangled together it was NOT pretty! I wish I had my camera to show you the ice on the road. This wasn't black ice this was no matter where you looked you saw ice.

So I called Josh (who is two cars behind me in his work vehicle) and made him drive in front of me so he could tell me what to do. Did I mention yet that I don't enjoy ice? Just on my back roads there were 7 cars in ditches in the 1 mile stretch from my subdivision to the "main traveled" road.

I cried. I cried alot. I hate ice. I love snow but man I really truly hate ice. I try not to use the hate word to often (anymore anyway) but I really hate don't like that stuff. It is terrifying and useless (unless it is going in my glass to chill my drink) and causes pain and hurt and accidents and frustration and for me tears. Lots and lots of tears.

Next time I am calling in late!