So, as some of you know I go to the gym three mornings a week at “dark thirty” to work out.
Today was one of those days. I awoke to 6″ of fresh snow on the ground. That was great! But then things went downhill, fast.
As I dashed outside in the deep snow I accidentally pressed the alarm/panic button on my car’s remote. Oops. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really (only) 3 alerts, I was able to stop the panic. I’m sure I am now black-listed by all my neighbors. Certainly, I would understand.
Then, I could not get the driver’s door, or any of the doors, open. I’m pretty strong… Were they frozen solid?
So I did what would be considered by many of my girlfriends who are wives as unthinkable. I went and woke Jerry up to ask him if he could help me get the door(s) open on the car so I could be on my way.
I do not deserve Jerry. He was down there opening my door in no time (by pressing the “unlock” button on the remote). He even went the “extra extra mile” and scraped my windows. (BTW, he looked pretty good in his boxes and pack boots). Then the driver’s side wiper broke. It stopped wiping. Oh well.
On the upside, I had a great workout and saw a huge buck (a male mule deer with a huge antlers) on the way home so my little adventure at dark thirty had a happy ending.