I thought I was done wreaking havoc on my steering wheel with my iron grip, but no. It's not over yet.
When I left this morning, I secretly hoped that my new, freshly-installed NY license plates would magically enable me to properly drive in these conditions, but no. There's no magic here.
Another stinker is the fact that, even though I just got one headlight replaced on Tuesday, the other one is now out. Perhaps the service center just swapped the bulbs.
One more gripe: Just when I thought I was in love with Hannaford, scandal erupts. Fortunately, my credit card company is right on top of things and has already given me a new account number. Ironically, I've finally memorized my current account number.
Sigh. At least there's one good thing about today. It's National Something on a Stick Day. My skewered item-of-choice is the shish kebab, preferably served with a perfectly puffed pita and some hummus.
If for some reason (such as relentless snow) I were unable to obtain this delightful combination or the ingredients to make my own, I would settle for the one and only tornado potato:
Of course, chances are slim that I could get to one of those, either.
March 28, 2008