Play by Play

My morning:
6:30--Turn the alarm off. Not due in to the office until 9, because of the weather.
7:30--Phone rings. (Side note. To everyone who reads this, please pass it on--DO NOT CALL OUR HOUSE BEFORE 9AM. EVER. We don't get up as early as the rest of the world and I don't anticipate a change in our bio-rhythms any time soon. Plus, it's just plain rude. Most businesses aren't even open before 9am.)
7:40--Get up, look out at 16 or so inches of snow in driveway. Consider calling in.
8:15--Get into car, back in to driveway, do y-turn, drive full force to the end of the driveway, slow down despite Richard's yells, because of the fear of hitting another car that I might not be able to see or damaging the car, get stuck high and dry on the 4+ feet of snow from the snow plow.
8:17--Gertrude says, "I told you not to try it."
8:17:30--Richard says, "I told you to gun it, why did you slow down?"
8:18--Shouting ensues--in front of all the neighbors.
8:20--Neighbor comes over to help dig the car out and try to push it out, but to no avail.
8:30--Go inside and call Arnie. Tell him I'm stuck.
8:55--Richard digs car out.
9:00--Get back in car running peacefully on the road.
9:30--Drive through McDonald's, pay cash. Still a little pissed off about the early morning phone call.
9:45--Get to work with the three other people at 3M today.
10:38--It's still snowing.