So, it was decided between the two of us that digging the car out on Sunday afternoon was far, far preferred to trying to dig the car out at 7 a.m. Monday when you’ve got the additional pressure of having to get to work. Bundled up, we shuffled down four flights of stairs to the apartment complex parking lot and found the car.

… Yikes.

Here’s where I reinforce that we have no shovel. Just a broom. That’s now useless. So, if anybody’s looking for a last-minute, inexpensive gift idea for Jacque Jo this holiday season, a broom would kick ass.

Anywhoooooolycrap …  The lucky thing with this snow was that it seemed to be heavy, and stuck together. It wasn’t like powdery snow that blew everywhere. It was perfect snowman snow.

Here’s an idea, from my perspective how deep the snow was beside the car. It came up to my knees, and I wasn’t even on pavement.

This was so not going to be easy, but determination is a good motivator, so onward.

I walked around to the front of the car to see what the situation was up front. It’s seriously been years since I’ve seen snow like this, and Nashville (armed with the broom) had never, ever seen anything like this in his life.

Here’s the scene from the front of the ride.

Ah, jeez.

I felt kind of like a foreman in this venture … I wasn’t much good for anything. I tried to scoop with my hands, but I don’t think I was doing much help. I did manage to clear off a patch on the back that shows how deep the snow was on the roof.

So, all in all, a pretty big event. It took a shovel from one of my neighbors and a push from a few others to get us out, but we got the car out of the complex (which, seriously, is a complete disaster. Fail, Wynfield Park. Fail.). We went to CVS in Beltsville, I got some diet Mountain Dew and came back and parked the car at IKEA rather than try to get the car back into the apartment complex with no spaces cleared and crappy conditions.

Knock on wood those signs that read “Violators will be towed” aren’t as serious when the road/parking lot conditions are as bad as they are. And, I mean, the car is at the very, very edge of the parking lot. Nobody in their right mind going to IKEA today would park where we did.

Then again, we all know my luck. So, cross fingers, if you will.

Picture that failed to get taken: Me, laying like a turtle on my back after falling on a snow pile while trying to clear a path around the back. I laughed. Really hard.

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