Last night Matt was scheduled to work an evening session from 6-8pm about a half an hour from our house. As he was about to head out into the magical snowy evening, the dad called to cancel the appointment because the roads near his house were “very dangerous.” I overheard a portion of the phone conversation where the dad said in his thick Southern accent, “I’m sure you’d be fine on the roads, it’s just these rednecks down here who don’t know how to drive in the snow.” I chuckled audibly.

I’m gonna go ahead and insult Matt here for a second, but I’m not crazy about riding in the car with him while he’s driving in the snow. Now he’s had plenty of practice, mind you, but he doesn’t have that natural New England instinct that I have for evasive maneuvering in inclement weather. I don’t mean to openly brag here, but I could drive a bus full of elementary school kids through a Nor’easter without even glistening.

Anyway, we decided to head out to run some errands because hey! We had the evening together! (And I accidentally forgot a webinar I was supposed to attend, OOPS!) Off to Babies R’ Us we drove where Matt was elated to be able to park in the “Expectant Mothers” space right near the door. Except it really didn’t matter because the entire parking lot was empty. The store was dead and the employees were hovering near the door to take pictures of the snow with their camera phones. All of the kids had had a snow day from school, and families were all cuddled up in their cozy houses with their fires blazing. And there we are, in Babies R’ Us perusing the clearance items.

So then it was off to HomeGoods where we scored a beautiful new rug for the nursery (pictures forthcoming). And as we head out of the store, the guy at the register asks “How are the roads?”

“Eh, totally fine. It’s the parking lots that are pretty slippery, but the roads are fine.”

He looked at me like Rep. Joe Wilson, and I was convinced I was about to hear a vehement, “YOU LIE!”

“Sorry, we just moved here from Boston, so I don’t really know what to tell you.”

Out to the slick parking lot we went, and I don’t know if Matt was really excited about the great deal we got on the rug, or if he just doesn’t care about improving my opinion of his inclement weather driving, because we get in the car and as he backs out he says, “This is perfect for doing doughnuts.”

He pulls up on the emergency break, and we start sliding across the parking lot until I stated very loudly, “You do realize that you have an Expectant Mother in the car with you?”

I think this officially qualifies him for the title of “Redneck Who Doesn’t Know How To Drive In The Snow.”

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