When there's no school, the granddaughters usually sleep in, since their brother Brett is at home with them until they wake up. Then they call us and Cliff goes after them. The trouble is, our Mercury Marquis doesn't get around in the snow at all. He made it back to our driveway with the girls, but couldn't get to the garage. So, he decided to back down the road and have another run at it. Big mistake. Finally, with help from a neighbor kid, he got the thing inside the shop. By that time, he was pretty grumpy.
I kept my distance; in fact, I took refuge with the girls and their sleds. After several trips up the hill with a sled, I might be taking a nap soon.