The Stupidining Update

According to our neighbor, the large sheet of ice down our hill is the only ice left on the streets of Nashville. The Butcher's car is, as I said, down at the end of the dead end. Some other tiny car is slid sideways in front of our place. The aforementioned neighbor was stuck at the mailboxes. While he pushed, I steered and we slid the car down the hill safely. Happily, tomorrow is supposed to be above freezing and so I hope that the ice that keeps me trapped today will be gone for Christmas.