Ice Day

I am a very tough woman, in that I'm not afraid to face my fears or even opposing counsel. 

(Shut up.  I am tough!)

Today I got on the road to get to gettin' (miss you, Niecy Nash) and got just around the local ill-placed roundabout and realized that even without my foot on the gas, I was moving.  Not at all in the direction I intended, but moving.  I made it just over a bridge, not at all by my own volition, and then decided to head back home.

I've done my snow driving, many, many times, but ice is a whole new world of un-driving.  It was interesting to blithely glide back home, hoping that my light taps at the wheel would guide me.  Still, I hope to not have to do that again anytime soon.