Get my drift?

I came home from work today to discover a foot and a half snow drift across my driveway and in front of the door to my house. It sure looked like a job for the snow blower, if it were not for the fact that due to the thaw/flood/freeze shenanigans going on last week, the snow blower was frozen to the floor of the garage in a puddle about two inches deep.

Dad came over. He pushed on the garage door to try to get inside to get the shovel. He broke the door. He managed to get in eventually.

"I broke the garage door," he told me. "No big deal, I'll have to fix that later."

He got out the shovel and started on my driveway. I ate an Oreo Ice Cream sandwich that Tyler had brought for me one day. It was the best tasting treat ever. Then I got dressed and joined my dad outside. He was tired of shoveling.

"Go start the truck. I'm going to try to get the snow blower out."

I grabbed the keys, started Truck and hit the gas. It was stuck. For the next twenty minutes or so, Dad and I tried to dislodge Truck from the ice rink that is my garage floor. Dad just left to go home and get his traction mats. I have a massage appointment at 6:30 p.m. if I get out of my driveway and if I get down my street and manage to not slip and slide all the way down Portage Avenue the whole six blocks to my appointment.

On another note, I think the mob is after me.

I got out of the shower this morning and noticed I had a text message waiting. I figured it was Tyler, saying good morning or something sweet as he often does. It was not him. The message was from a 718 area code (which I tracked down to Brooklyn, NY) and it said:

I know what you did...

So, either I am Jennifer Love Hewitt and I need to beware of guys with hooks for hands, or someone knows that I cheated on my taxes last year. (That's totally not true by the way, I just honestly spent the last eight minutes trying to come up with some even mildly heinous act I have done recently and drew a blank. My dad is on his way back here so I have to wrap this post up.)

So yeah, that's my day. Frozen assets and text messages from the mob. Good thing this snow storm will probably keep them from flying in to town any time soon.