What One Dinner Can Do

I read it in your blogs, but when I got a chance to go hog wild at a social event - I did it anyway.  Two pounds instantly came back on, and will take days to get back off.  I was down to 245.6 and am now just fighting my way back through 247.  Lesson.

I'm getting ready for my second winter in this house.  Last winter was very snowy and I have a long driveway.  First, I used a plow guy and later I borrowed my boyfriend's plow to use on my ATV.  ATV plowing is fun!  (Or as fun as being outside at 6am in 10 degree weather and whistling wind can be.)  Now that I'm not dating that guy anymore, I had to get my own plow.  Ordered it last week and now it needs to be picked up.  Here's a pic from last winter.

Which is where the story really starts.  I don't have a pickup truck any more, and can't lift the plow blade myself.  So I stopped at the firehouse to see if I could get help.

I hate asking for help.  Especially from people I don't trust or especially like.  Especially when it's asking to use a pickup truck.

I walked into where 2 guys were sitting and watching TV, said Hey, how's it going. Etc, etc.  When it got to the part where I had to directly ask for help, I mumbled something, hoping that the one guy (who I'm crushing on, incidentally) would pick it up and offer to help.  He did not.  So I sat there twisting my fingers uncomfortably, resolving to figure out another way to get the plowblade home.

And then I was rescued by an EMS call for someone slumped over the steering wheel at the grocery store.  And we went.

(Now we're getting to the real part of the story.)

We didn't find the slumper guy after driving around the parking lot and all around.  At one point, the radio crackled something about the fire department being on scene and I looked around, like, "Where are they?"

And then I realized.  It's US!!

PS - Still have to figure out how to get the plow home...