You know what's funny? Calling around for tire chains in Portland right now. Auto-parts store employees find this very, very funny.
What's even more fun than that is to scour the garage for old tire chains, find them, and try to put them on, only to discover they don't fit the new car. Because putting on chains is fun.
And then, calling every cab company in Portland to try to schedule a ride across town for Christmas Eve (with a dog and lots of presents) and getting a perpetual busy signal or ringtone everywhere.
ARG! Did I mention a new storm is supposed to hit tomorrow? WTF?
We feel like such eejits, for not having chains or anything. My dad actually did go and get studded tires and chains, but the hill they live on is still too steep and treacherous for driving -- he would have had to park at the bottom of it (like the neighbors did) to be able to come and go. So those expensive studded tires are sitting in the garage, no help to anyone!
Yeah, Midwesterners and Northeasterners (and Norwegians :-), go ahead and laugh at us, the fumbly, pathetic West Coasters! Here, by the way, is what happens when Portlanders try to drive in the snow:
Maybe, just maybe, my parents' neighbors will drive over some time and retrieve us. We are at their mercy. Fingers crossed.
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In better news, there was coconut cream pie for breakfast:
And last night, as promised, a pile of legs for dinner. Yummy!
The "snowed-in" birthday was very nice. Crab and pie, pretty presents, a snuggly movie. I don't feel any older, and have not yet sighted the "lightning bolt wrinkle" that strikes on 37th birthdays, according to Alexandra.
Hope all is well out there in the wide world!