I like to keep track of "worsts." Worst haircuts I ever had. Worst dates I ever went on. Worst novels I ever read. Worst jobs I ever had. Worst motel rooms I ever stayed in. Stuff like that.
One of my Worst Lists is called "Worst Drive Home" and it looks like this.
1. That drive Ken and I made over Soldier Summit in January.
2. That trip Phil and I made from Provo to Salt Lake after I taught a night class at BYU.
3. That time I had a blow out on a snow-packed 1-15 at the point of the mountain (thankfully Marvin the Tow Truck Guy showed up and offered to "satisfy me").
4. That evening the kids and I drove down to St. George for the Presidents' Day holiday.
AND NOW I HAVE A NEW NUMBER FIVE!
Tonight. Coming home from Lisa B.'s house. Things were fine at first. Briefly. And then POW! The snow hit, and you know what I thought? Thank goodness I have a coat, because if I die tonight, at least Ken can't say I died because I didn't have a coat.
I am glad to be home.