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can I just say-- my life sucks

I clocked out of work at 3:43..

I just got home at 6:13..

just now..

and I work 7 miles away.

I left work.. got about halfway and pulled off the road because a bunch of random cars ahead of me, had gotten stuck on the icy bridge and crashed into one another.

well, I'm pulled off the road - in the snow - so I got my snow chains out.

got frustrated because it's been a long time since I've used them.

a couple helped me get them on (I would have maybe figured it out eventually?)

so then I'm parked there because where would I go anyway.

a fire truck was on the main road next to me stopped to put his chains on.

a few "smart" people where passing him by, sliding around on purpose.

once he got his chains on and left, then I made my way turned around and went back to Don's Liquor gas station..

I called home to let Ronnie know what mess was up ahead and that I'd be late.

then I got back on the road -- which had been plowed -- so I didn't need my chains anymore.

I have nowhere on the right side to pull off and remove my chains. I pulled off to the left to remove my chains except, uh oh, there is snow there.. so I need my chains to pull out of my spot, but then wouldn't need my chains once I am out of that spot.

I got myself turned around -- again -- and drove in the shoulder of snow most of the way back past Don's Liquor gas station to the curb by the pharmacy.

did several "forward"-and-"backward" to remove my chains..

then it took awhile to pull away from that curb.

spinning tires, slight hydroplaning

so back to Don's Liquor gas station I went..

that is where my car sits until I can go 'rescue it'

** I will say.. the highlight of my miserable 2-1/2 hour, 7 mile drive home, was seeing a pretty cream colored standard poodle trotting through the snow near Don's Liquor gas station made me want to get home to my goofy Gwen that much faster **

I was in tears out of sheer frustration. I just wanted to get HOME. I was cold, tired and wanted to be home already.

poor Ronnie had to come save me... with his swollen gout foot in a sandal (no tennis shoe or boot will fit) 

and my day started out wrong
because I planned to bring my snow boots in my car, so I'd be prepared in case there was a lot of snow by the time I left work.
I got halfway to work this morning and realized my boots were still by the coffee table -- so I had just completely jinxed myself to have cold feet

my work shoes are not made for the cold and/or the wet.