We finally got snow here a few days ago.
I was too busy selling out for fornicating bunny mugs posting giveaways to blog about it.
My first snow was beautiful.
Then I had to drive in it.
Tiffany had a violin lesson. A lesson that normally is about 30 min from the house. Hubby warned me to leave early, give myself plenty of time, leave plenty of room between me and the car in front of me, and not to wait until the last minute to brake.
I left to take her a full hour before we needed to be there. The roads had been plowed or salted or something because the roads were just wet. The drive was not as treacherous as the hubby had made it out to be. It took 45 minutes. I drove slow. I left room. I braked slowly and carefully. We got there in one piece, with 15 minutes to spare.
Forty five minutes later when we left it was a WHOLE different story. All those roads that had been merely wet had turned to ice, and apparently everyone is leaving work (near violin lessons) and heading home (to my neighborhood) around 5 pm. Go figure.
The TWO hour drive home was the scariest two hours I have ever spent in my whole life.
It was two hours spent clutching my steering wheel, pointing my car in the general direction I wanted to go, and praying.
There was sliding.
There was not going anywhere even though the gas pedal was being pushed.
There was an annoying pulsation that is the traction control.
It didn't seem to help much other than to remind me that
MY TIRES WERE NOT IN CONTACT WITH THE ROAD,
causing me to panic even more.
I really wished I had painted "I'm new here and have never driven in the snow before" on the back window of my car. People were entirely too close to me for their own good.
When I finally made it home, I told my husband that for the rest of the winter I'm only going out right after the roads have been cleared, quickly running my errands, and then I'm coming straight home. If I can't get it done in a 2 hour window, it's not getting done until spring.