On the bright side, I've gotten some good mileage out of this one

So a month and a half ago, I ventured out of the nest, out of my parents' house and into my very own bachelorette pad. This was, as all things are, a process, and it never seems to end. Thanks to college, Ikea and hand-me-downs, I have most of the things I need to get by: a coffee maker, a couple of pots and pans, a slow cooker, a cocktail shaker, that sort of thing. Still, there's always something, isn't there? I still don't have a microwave, a snow shovel, or a vacuum cleaner, and there are various other things that I don't need, but which I would like to have: a chair or two for the balcony, a kitchen rug to put in front of the sink, that sort of thing. But I'm slowly chipping away at it--last weekend I even bought a broom and dustpan!

And thank goodness for that.

Yesterday and last night, it snowed. Not a whole lot, not even enough to get me out of work today, but several inches nonetheless. Enough.

So, tra la la, getting ready for work this morning, tra la la, I'm leaving on time for once, aren't I such a good grown-up, tra la la.

Then I got out to my car and realized, Oops! It's covered in five inches of snow, and surrounded by an impenetrable ridge of snow left behind by the snow plow. And unlike my fiance, I do not drive a Jeep. My car can't handle that sort of challenge. Boy, wouldn't this be a nice time to have a snow shovel.

Well, I do have an ice scraper/snow brush in my car, so I busied myself with cleaning off the car, and hoped that if I ignored the rest of the snow, it would go away.

It didn't.

So then I stared really hard at the snow for awhile, hoping that the Power of My Rage would melt it all.

It didn't.

That's when I started to get desperate. I ran through a mental inventory of everything that I owned, trying to figure out which possession would make the best slapdash snow shovel. Nothing really came to mind. I tried using my feet to kick and push the snow out of the way, which actually worked pretty well, except that it's hastening the death of my favorite sneakers.

Aha! I thought. THE DUST PAN.

Yes, the dust pan. I dug out my car with a dustpan and my feet. I got to work late and bedraggled and feeling--once again--like someone somewhere made a terrible administrative oversight when they let me out into the real world.

Singing along to: Iron & Wine, Your Fake Name is Good Enough for Me. New album came out on Tuesday!