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January 02, 2006


If I woke you up just now, sorry. It was just me taking out the garbage can. Down the longest, steepest driveway in America. After two days of intermittent rain and temperatures hovering right around freezing, that means it's also the iciest.

I successfully avoided falling on my ass tonight, thank goodness, though if I had, it wouldn't have been the first time. I did however let the can rest flat on it's bottom and slide down while I was holding on, my feet sideways trying to get some traction. Picture yourself on downhill ski's getting your edges to bit in so you can stop. That's what I was doing going down my driveway. The way back up I didn't even walk on the driveway, I just hopped through the snowbanks on the side. Much safer than the driveway.

When I finally made it back to the top, I threw a little more salt down where Wendy parks so she won't kill herself in the morning going to work. Here's to hoping it actually melts the ice.

Posted by Jenny at January 2, 2006 11:30 PM


Um, yes. Been there, done that about four hours ago. Only picture me sliding down on my stomach carrying things. A lot of things. I salted after I climbed back up by doing the worm. I'm sure it could have used more.

And thanks!

Posted by: Wendy at January 3, 2006 12:09 AM