And the Darwin Award Goes to....

...me, yea I hate to admit it, but lol... I really just got myself into (and out of) quite a mess.

The crazy series of events started when I realized that there was no more laundry soap left in the house. I don't normally get so determined over such petty things, but it was 4:00am, and I was determined to get my laundry done.

My car hasn't moved from it's frozen spot in the driveway since the snow started, but since the outside temperature has gone up a bit, I was feeling more confident about driving as I surveyed the driveway and road. Seemed slushy... nothing too bad. No big deal...

Something you must know about me is that I am a creature of habit, and this morning I did something I always do when starting my car in cold weather: squeezed my faux hiking clip key chain to release the ring of house keys from the ring of car keys, and left the car running in the driveway while I run back inside with the house keys to get dressed.

Moments later, fully clothed and ready to rock, I head back outside and did something else I always do: turn the handle lock on the house door before pulling it closed it behind me.

House keys still in my pocket, I hopped in the car, threw it in reverse... but didn't get very far. My tires were spinning before even clearing the driveway. Fortunately, my salvation presented itself as a shovel leaning up against the garage door. Even though my toes risked frostbite at the prospect of shoveling snow in flats, I scraped the driveway clean and was once again ready to go. I grasp the driver door handle but it doesn't give.

And that's when I realize it... I've successfully locked myself out of my running car, but it's okay because I know I have a spare in the house. I head to the front door because luckily I should still have the ring of house keys in my sweater pocket.

...And that's when I realize that my sweater pocket is empty. Cell phone and house keys gone. I stand at the foot of my driveway in the 4:30am dark, looking at my huge lump of discarded snow, knowing that my house keys must be in there somewhere. Fuck.

I dug in the mound of snow while being soaked in rain for over an hour while my car was still running in the driveway. I found the phone, and then awhile later, in a completely different place, I found the keys. Upon letting myself back into the house, I recover my spare car key, change my clothes, and head back outside. I will not let this series of annoying events keep me from completing my mission.

... And all this for some freakin' laundry soap.