Old cars and snow. SNOW.
Sigh. I'll just do this in order.
I woke up late today. Well, late as in I should have been up before 10:30. I looked out the window and it was snowing like crazy. My Dad came to pick me and my brother up, we went to get my little sister and then went out to eat lunch. That was fine. After that, went to Walmart for a few items and then to the movies. We didn't really plan to watch a movie, so we just watched Underworld Evolution. Basically it was just a bunch of vampires and werewolves killing each other, them having sex, and blood. Weird, yeah... And we went home after that...
It was still snowing. I was home for a few minutes just to change clothes, fix my hair, makeup, ect. THEN we headed off to our friend Nick's house. They begged me to stay to watch UFC with them until like, 11:00. I did, and then asked my Dad to take me home.
So, we go outside and climb into this 1985 Chevy Astro van. Dad turns the key, and it just makes this awful grinding sound. I didn't say anything, but I had this gut feeling that we weren't going anywhere. Continously for the next 45 minutes, Dad tries to start this damn vechile (and it keeps snowing). Remind you, were just in the driveway.
Finally it starts up. We speed off like mad afraid it might die down this little country road, skipped a few stop signs and red lights, then pulled onto my road. Dad drives off the street because we hit a patch of black ice. BLACK ICE. OY. I about died of a heart attack, and plus, as soon as I got in the door I was greeted by my Mom with a "where the hell have you been?".
And I'm here now. In one piece. Shew.
I woke up late today. Well, late as in I should have been up before 10:30. I looked out the window and it was snowing like crazy. My Dad came to pick me and my brother up, we went to get my little sister and then went out to eat lunch. That was fine. After that, went to Walmart for a few items and then to the movies. We didn't really plan to watch a movie, so we just watched Underworld Evolution. Basically it was just a bunch of vampires and werewolves killing each other, them having sex, and blood. Weird, yeah... And we went home after that...
It was still snowing. I was home for a few minutes just to change clothes, fix my hair, makeup, ect. THEN we headed off to our friend Nick's house. They begged me to stay to watch UFC with them until like, 11:00. I did, and then asked my Dad to take me home.
So, we go outside and climb into this 1985 Chevy Astro van. Dad turns the key, and it just makes this awful grinding sound. I didn't say anything, but I had this gut feeling that we weren't going anywhere. Continously for the next 45 minutes, Dad tries to start this damn vechile (and it keeps snowing). Remind you, were just in the driveway.
Finally it starts up. We speed off like mad afraid it might die down this little country road, skipped a few stop signs and red lights, then pulled onto my road. Dad drives off the street because we hit a patch of black ice. BLACK ICE. OY. I about died of a heart attack, and plus, as soon as I got in the door I was greeted by my Mom with a "where the hell have you been?".
And I'm here now. In one piece. Shew.