The fact that I could hardly get my car out of the driveway should have been a sign that today might have been a very good day to wear boots. Instead, I picked a pair of heels and trudged to my bus stop of glory only to get out and "run" for the bus in thigh-deep snow drifts. At that point I also realized that today would have been a good day to wear tights or leggings instead of the obligatory nylons. Let me tell you, I was an ungraceful mess this morning and my feet are still wet.
Here's hoping the sun comes out long enough to melt my car from it's snow cave so I can actually get home later today.
But isn't commuting so great?