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So we're on Day 6 of Winter Storm Watch 2005!!!...duh duh duh duuuhhh and the romanticism of the stormy weather has worn off.

It's a pain in the ass.

We had 3 Tricks cancel over the weekend - which was good - the roads were impassible and having people needlessly out and about was irrresponsible. They were all rescheduled for mutually available dates. So I began the task of filling my weekend with projects to keep myself busy - and out of trouble.

The keeping myself busy part was easy. All the snow and us having a 4-wheel drive vehicle made us the perfect candidates to taxi people around and run to The Grocery Store for people.

Amazingly, all of the trips to The Grocery Store went witout incident. There was no slipping nor dropping of eggs.

However.

On my last run to The Grocery Store I purchased those tiny cans of V-8 Juice for myself. And while lifting the bag into the truck the bottom ripped out, sending the contents of the bag into the snow. One of the cans broke free from the little plastic holder thingie (My intellect should guarantee my membership in MENSA, right?) and landed on a rock, causing a teeny tiny little hole in the side of the can.

There wasn't a garbage can nearby and I didn't want to litter so I wrapped the can in the bag, reminding myself to toss it in the trash when I got home.

The only bad part of the plan was that I wasn't going to be home for another 4 hours and in those 4 hours my thoughts were not on that can. And it was dark when I got home so I grabbed the bags off the back seat and didn't give a second thought to the punctured can wrapped in a bag and sitting neatly on the floor in front of the passenger seat.

So the night went on. The Husband and I played a lovely game of chess - a game I pretent to get, but instead blindly move the horsey thingy around the board - and listened to the wind howl.

The temperature dropped to a paltry 4 degrees that night - and me without my bikini.

So the next morning I went out to the truck and casually opened the door when holy crap - it looked like a CSI Crime Scene in there! There was dried red "something" everwhere. It was caked to the dash board and the floor mats and the windshield.

I was about ready to call for back-up when I remembered that can of V-8 Juice.

Sure enough, the "tiny" hole actually became a point of explosion for the can. I don't know all the geometry and science involved but my best hypothesis is that the tiny hole + the extreme cold caused for a fountain of tomato juice.

Which was just my damn luck.

And as I look out my window this very moment, it's snowing again.

Someone save me.

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