It Was A Neck Snappin' Good Time...

Picture it:

It was a blustery day.

There was snow everywhere.

About 4 inches of it was resting peacefully and undisturbed on my car.

I am getting ready for work.

I decide that I should clean the car off before I dry my hair.

I go out in a pair of fleece pants, no bra, a hoodie, and a coat.

Armed with car keys and a heavy duty scraper, I begin the tedious task of brushing/scraping Carl.

Once task is complete, I replace scraper, lock the car door, and proceed to shuffle towards my front door.

Notsomuch.

Instead of making it safely to the warmth of my apartment, I end up somehow laying tits up in the middle of the street.

I had slipped on a patch of invisible ice.

My legs went out from under me, my arms flail, and I land on my tailbone.

The vision you are undoubtedly picturing is not unlike that of a baby giraffe taking its first steps.

I lay in the middle of the street for a few more moments before somewhat hurridly picking my frail and battered 87 year old body off the road.

I shuffle to the door in agony.

I complete the drying of my hair, all the while cursing like a trucker.

My back still hurts like hell today.