oh dear. i hope wendybeth remembered to pay the snowplow dude.

Hot tub at 5PM, Main Street at 6:15PM, firworks at 9:25PM, home at 10:08PM. Oh yeah, life is good.

That is, until one's car doesn't start in the morning. :mad:

I highly recommend downloading the song High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup.

Your car is jealous. Is it pulling the battery stunt to get attention?

At my 10 year reunion, a girl who was...um..."less than popular" in high school showed up. This was a girl who I actually slapped twice for reasons that I'm sure I felt were very justified at the time (I've never done that to anyone before or since. Just something about her...), and yet I learned in my senior year that she was planning on asking me to prom.

Well, at the reunion, she spent much of the time talking about all the wrong we did to her. She apparantly remembered every single comment ever made to her and even blamed one of my friends for her recent nose job. Well, I just learned that shortly after the reunion, she called that same friend and tried to ask him out.

Yeah, some things never change.

Was it on The Soup? :D

I changed my doctor to someone local and I'm trying to get an appointment. I'm not picky on doctors so I let Aetna pick the closest one.

Warning sign #1: Huge medical center that I'll probably have to park farther away than I live

Warning sign #2: On hold for the doctor's office forever, then get someone who asks again why I'm calling and they put me on hold again forever

Warning sign #3: No appointments on Mondays or Fridays for the next 4 weeks

Time to find some dinky practice with plenty mini-mall parking and a creepy doctor that no one wants to see.

I am finally home after what was the most terrifying car ride of my life. We were supposed to get maybe 1-3 inches of snow at the higher elevations before morning. What *actually* happened is that right at 4:45 or so the skies opened and dumped white, frosty hail, followed by gobs and gobs of snow. Right as rush hour is getting into gear, and the Seahawks have a home game on Monday night football. See if you can imagine what followed.

It took us 3 hours to travel the 25 miles home, most of that time in the first 10 -15 miles. First, we couldn't even get off campus because the buses had all just stopped. In the middle of the road, thereby blocking both lanes. We finally get out of campus by driving the wrong way through the entrance.

Meanwhile, because the crosswalk lines are completely hidden, the brain dead ave rats took that as permission to wander aimlessly about in the streets. Every block is an incline of some sort, cars are slipping and sliding, and pedestrians are wandering - leisurely - into traffic. And the ever present kamikaze bicyclists are still whizzing in between and cutting off skidding cars.

We finally got to the freeway. It was miserable but tolerable (barely) until Northgate. We had been slowly inching along fairly steadily. Then we were stopped. And stopped. Move a car length, stopped. All lanes. But when we were stopped, the wet roads would freeze over and we'd slip and slide until we got moving again. And that just kept going.

Meanwhile, of course because things are slow, people in pick-ups and SUVs are flying down the shoulder because they're extremely potent with shockingly large genitalia and therefore get to do that sort of thing.

It could have been worse - I5 southbound was completely blocked around Shoreline by an articulated bus parked diagonally across all lanes. I wondered as we passed it how many people in that back up had tickets for the game that was already half over.

I now require an adult beverage.

Here in Southern California we call that "The Express Lane"

How very true GD!

I maintain that snow is a great place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there!