I talk a good game. But really driving in the snow doesn’t seem to cause me the stress that it seems to cause other snow-dwelling citizens of Spokane. Or perhaps better stated, it doesn’t cause me the stress that perhaps it should.

What led me to this realization, you ask?

Last night I was driving to The Future Interior Designer’s house when I made my final left turn onto Ridgecrest Drive, and thus traded the somewhat plowed main arterial for the sloppy with so much snow side-street, and while I was maneuvering through the deeper than deep ruts, and generally feeling as if my car was going to get severely stuck at any moment, I was careful not to miss an opportunity to mock guitar-riff with the ever so talented Mr. Cougar Mellencamp, and so, instead of concentrating on the upcoming driveway on which I needed to sooner than later park my car, I took both hands off the steering-wheel, and proceeded to do my best air-guitar while singing loudly along to the little ditty about those two crazy kids named Jack and Diane.

Oh, and if you were wondering, moments later, after, and only after, sufficient air-guitar time, I parked that car in that driveway, LIKE A CHAMP. Yes, like a Champion Winterized Car Parker. They have those you know.