My morning started off fine...'till I had to crawl through my trunk to get into my car.

That's right.

I. Had. To. Crawl. Into. My. Trunk. To. Get. Into. My. Car.

Only in New England, and only to me.

I got up on time, feeling well rested, got ready and headed out the door come to find there was ice everywhere. There was about a half inch of ice blanketing my vehicle. It had snowed the night before, but apparently it rained, too. It was actually a pretty cool sight 'till I realized none of the doors would open.

I stood there in my glory, mumbling every curse word there is then I tried opening the trunk. Miracously, it popped open. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and crawled into the trunk. Luckily the backseats were unlocked and I was able to push them foreward. Voila. I was in my car. I started it up and tried to get the doors open from the inside. Nothing. I crawled back out through the trunk. My ice removal stick ™ was no where to be found. My roommate had borrowed it a few months ago and did not return it. There I was, cursing again. I called into the office to let them know I was going to be late, and I even contemplated calling in but, no, I was a trooper and waited the HOUR for my car to completely melt.

When I was finally able to get my ass into gear, I got on the expressway where I realized my windshield wipers kept freezing up, I was running out of windshield wiper fluid and I was basically screwed until the next exit. I made it though, thank God.

Anyway, as I was refilling the windshield fluid, four guys came up to me asking me if I needed help. The first time I was fine with it. The second time, I started to get a little annoyed. Third guy, he offered to hold the bottle as it flowed into the doohickey and the fourth, I think I almost snapped. It was only windshield wiper fluid for chrissakes.

I know they were trying to be nice, or something...I guess I was just annoyed at how my morning started off.

I'm fine, now. Tomorrow is a new day.