In a Scrape Without My Ice Scraper
Last night, the cold front sang to me through my fireplace and this morning Jack Frost greeted me at the front door. We’re expecting temperatures around 30 this weekend, with a chance of ice pellets and snow. Ok, so it’s time to find the wool knee high socks and give it up to hat hair. Am I the only one that’s getting shocked every time I touch something metal?
Here’s the thing that always comes up whenever there’s a chance of ice and snow…what do you use to scrape your car windows? I suspect it’s because I grew up poor, or maybe I’m just cheap and lazy…but I refuse to buy an ice scraper. It’s become an anxious tradition of mine to wait until I can’t see out of my car windows and then dig through everything within reach to find something to clear just a big enough patch for me to see the upcoming road through…yes – this only happens when I am running late to wherever it is that I have to be. And yes, I was tossed out of Girl Scouts after eating all my customer’s cookies.
So, as I write this, I am making a mental note to stop on my way home tonight and get an ice scraper…but I know I’ll forget and thus, the tradition continues.
***Update*** As I was writing this, the freezing rain has begun.