So far, we have survived the weather. I was not a pretty sight this morning as I cursed at every person and thing I could think of as I dug my car from its ice encasement. Just as I had calmed myself - with images of kittens and puppies - my ice scraper broke. "Now this means war!" I shouted out as I tried to think of my next move - break something or regain my composure and not wake up the entire neighborhood with my ranting. Mind you, this is already twenty good minutes into Operation De-ice. So, I composed myself and remembered a baby ice scraper I had buried deep in my trunk's recesses. It took me a good bit of searching - which I had to do with one hand so I could hold up the ice-ridden trunk which weighed so much it could cleave my head off if my neck were to make its way under the latch. And there it was, the baby ice scraper. I thought of my old ice scraper - it eclipsed the baby ice scraper in all ways - and wished I could will it back together for just ten more minutes. It was magnificent, with a large brush and long handle, so useful and handy. The small ice scraper - one of those you see at a gas station convenient store - was hard to use because one simply can't get that much leverage behind something so small. But, it is what it is.
Then, it occurred me - I will have to do the same thing again tomorrow! And, while this upset me, I realized it's so fitting as tomorrow is GROUNDHOG DAY! I just love this day. Also, if I actually do stay home tomorrow due to inclement weather I will be able to watch Groundhog Day the movie, with Bill Murray, until my eyes fall out and I quote all of my favorite scenes (title of this post is an example)! So really, something good has come out of all of this bad weather.
Enjoy your Groundhog Day and remember to watch the movie if you haven't seen it yet. Bill Murray is truly genius.
And, in case you didn't get it by now, my old ice scraper is the eighty-sixed item of the day. Here's a pic of it - post glory days, of course.