Lloyd and I went to our third Christmas party in a row tonight. (You can imagine how much Hermit Girl looks forward to those.) While we had a very nice time, the ride home was AWFUL! We had a foggy day that turned into a slight freezing drizzle, so there was a nice icy glaze on the road.
We couldn’t make our turn onto the highway, but Super Lloyd just corrected and breezed past while I chewed on my coat. We saw five cars in the ditch once we actually got on the road further down, and just crawled all the way home at 35/40 miles an hour.
I ate my gloves.
Hate, hate, hate winter driving. Hate it.