Four hours, folks. It took me FOUR HOURS to drive from Hillsboro to Portland in last night's freak snowstorm. Combine the fact that no one here knows how to function in snow with the very real threat of ice-slicked roads and you get one horrific commute.
I'd say that it felt as if I was in NY again, but have never experienced anything like this. Not in New York, not in Minnesota, not in Chicago. And certainly not here: Cars abandoned by the side of the road, drivers spinning out of control on the highway while crawling at a snail's pace. One huge parking lot for miles and miles and miles.
The only consolation when I got home was Drew's news about Rachel. Last night, she stuffed her socks INTO her shoes before picking them up and carrying them to the shoe drawer and dropping them in. Way to go, Little Girl!
I'm now headed out to dish and see a movie with two close friends -- a real girl's night out. Thanks, Drew!
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wow. i suppose it didn't help that portland doesn't have the equipment (and salt) to properly clear the floors, and also people in oregon aren't used to driving in snow?
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