i grew up in the desert, i dont "do" snow. apparently mother nature would disagree.
all day, the local weathermen have been building up into an orgiastic frenzy at the possibility of giant snow drifts, carnage on the roads, and a baked bean shortage at all the local supermarkets. as a habitual minimizer, i pooh-poohed such histrionics, and drove my multi-layered self to the park for a run (marathon training has begun), i was also looking forward to lunch table bragging rights the following day- it's good to be a martyr. aside from the mucous-icles hanging from mine and melinderrr's nostrils, we got in 2.4 miles before diving into our snow covered cars. this was also the point at which she shoved a selection of hand made truffles, that one of her swanky-dank sous chef friends made, at me. taking into consideration my lack of impulse control around cocoa based products, my plan was to leave them in the car overnight and force them on co-workers (who are less vain than i), the next day.
unfortunately the return commute from the park was not pleasant. people in kentucky do not know how to drive in snow. i cannot drive in snow. socrates was right, i know myself; i prefer not to. creeping along in 1st or 2nd gear, and gripping the steering wheel around anything that does not resemble a straight throughfare is my "defensive driving". and i have no control over the other fools who appear to think that snow on the ground means its NASCAR season.
apparently my body went into "survival mode" while sitting for 45 minutes in snow storm traffic. the truffles are gone.