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Each year it happens.
Since Chris and I have been married, it happens every year.
I never know when it will happen or where it will happen.
But every year it happens.
I drive right into a snowbank.
I’m not saying that I sideswipe it.
I’m not saying that I plow my way through.
I am saying that I drive right INTO the snow.
And the car stays there.
Every year, I get out (or should I say, I try to get out) and find a shovel and try to dig myself out.
And every year, the shovel DOES nothing.
And every year, I need to get Chris to come out.
And every year, he says, “Whatwereyoutryingto do?” with a hint of teasing in his voice.
And every year, he has to find something that will give the tires some traction.
And every year, I think, “I did it AGAIN!”