I am not a stick in the mud, I'm just stuck there.
Spring is finally here. I have retired my winter coat and I refuse to put on another pair of mittens until December. The snow is melting, which means that the ground is very wet and soft. (That's code for very, very muddy)
My driveway is especially muddy. There is one spot where I can park my car without getting stuck, and I've been very careful to make sure that I leave my car there. Except for last night.
Last night I was on autopilot on the way home from the grocery store and I pulled in where I normally park, and my car sunk. The front tires were about a quarter of the way down into the mud. I tried to free myself, but to no avail. Talk about a dumbass move. What's even more stupid, is that for a brief moment, I actually thought that I could put my car in neutral, run around and push it out myself. With a bad leg. How stupid am I? Very, apparently. Thankfully, I came to my senses and left the car securely in the mud.
The temperatures at night are still rather cold, so the ground is pretty hard when I go out in the morning. I was hoping that the ground might harden up a bit for me to break free. Sadly, this was not the case.
I had to swallow my pride and call Bill to come and pull me out this morning. I was stuck pretty good. It took a few pulls with the truck to get me out, but I'm out and my clean car is now covered in mud.
In other spring-related news, the mice have returned. Apparently my mouse sonar thing is a piece of crap. It made me feel better for a while, but now just looking at it pisses me off. I bought another huge box of poison and have started my nightly ritual of vacuuming poop off the counter, bleaching the counter and leaving a fresh pile of poison behind the microwave again.
I caved and bought a bag of Doritos last night at the grocery store. Apparently my brain wasn't working at all last night (first the car, now this) because I left the bag out on the counter and the little bastards got into it. So much for that. I guess the Doritos and I weren't meant to be. It's probably for the best. I have learned that mice prefer Doritos to poison. They didn't even bother touching the pile last night. That just means I'm going to have to leave a bigger pile tonight.
Despite the Spring nastiness, I'd still rather have this than winter.
My driveway is especially muddy. There is one spot where I can park my car without getting stuck, and I've been very careful to make sure that I leave my car there. Except for last night.
Last night I was on autopilot on the way home from the grocery store and I pulled in where I normally park, and my car sunk. The front tires were about a quarter of the way down into the mud. I tried to free myself, but to no avail. Talk about a dumbass move. What's even more stupid, is that for a brief moment, I actually thought that I could put my car in neutral, run around and push it out myself. With a bad leg. How stupid am I? Very, apparently. Thankfully, I came to my senses and left the car securely in the mud.
The temperatures at night are still rather cold, so the ground is pretty hard when I go out in the morning. I was hoping that the ground might harden up a bit for me to break free. Sadly, this was not the case.
I had to swallow my pride and call Bill to come and pull me out this morning. I was stuck pretty good. It took a few pulls with the truck to get me out, but I'm out and my clean car is now covered in mud.
In other spring-related news, the mice have returned. Apparently my mouse sonar thing is a piece of crap. It made me feel better for a while, but now just looking at it pisses me off. I bought another huge box of poison and have started my nightly ritual of vacuuming poop off the counter, bleaching the counter and leaving a fresh pile of poison behind the microwave again.
I caved and bought a bag of Doritos last night at the grocery store. Apparently my brain wasn't working at all last night (first the car, now this) because I left the bag out on the counter and the little bastards got into it. So much for that. I guess the Doritos and I weren't meant to be. It's probably for the best. I have learned that mice prefer Doritos to poison. They didn't even bother touching the pile last night. That just means I'm going to have to leave a bigger pile tonight.
Despite the Spring nastiness, I'd still rather have this than winter.