It’s 2:30 am on Sunday.
My car is stuck in front of Sarah’s house in the snow and ice.
I hate Utah.
ETA: After church, my dad and I went and got it out. And by we, I mean he dug and I sat in the car with the heater running…I offered to shovel, but in true chivalrous form, he declined my offer. Or maybe he just knew he could do it faster and he only brought one shovel.