It was like a scene straight out of 'Dude, Where's My Car?'.  I was ready for work.  It was 4am.  I was walking out the door.  And my truck...WAS GONE!  Poof!  Vanished.  No trace left behind.  Where it once sat, was an empty parking spot.  And I was standing there scratching my head thinking 'did I make last month's payment?'

Then it hit me.  I own the truck!  I don't owe a payment.  So, where in the heck (not my exact thoughts) was my BIG suburban truck??

Down my dark, slightly sloped driveway...there 'Buggy' sat.  Alone.  In a snowbank.  Buggy slid, in the middle of the night, down my driveway after all the melted snow froze...turning my driveway into a slick sheet of ice.

Crap, crap, crap and double crap.

So I went and woke up my husband...because I'm a pathetic wife...and he proceeded to slip and slide his way down to my Buggy.  Unable to fully drive Buggy up the slippery driveway, hubs decided to help me scootch my way to Buggy.

Together, arm in arm...we were like Cinderella and Prince Charming dancing on the ballroom floor as the words 'So this is love' sang around in my head:

Safely, I made it to my truck.