On Monday night we had swimming with the kidlets.   It is late, late.  We headed home around 9pm and the roads seemed like they were fairly good after our 17″+ snowfall. I saw the yellow light ahead and started slowly breaking. 

Uh-oh.

I should have had plenty of time to stop, but the roads were really icy.  Brian noticed probably about the second or third time I was hitting the breaks that we weren’t going to stop.  The light was turning red and I started laying on my horn, so the people at the light would know something was amiss.  I didn’t go all the way through the intersection, but I would certainly have hit the car closest to me if he hadn’t stayed where he was.

Then we passed a car in the ditch, with a trooper just arriving.

Then about a mile later, a Suburban ahead of us started shimmying…and sliding…and doing the hokey-pokey.  It did a 180 in front of us, but I was already going slower (I got smarts!),  and I had time to stop.   I just hoped the people behind us were paying attention, too!  They were, thank goodness.  He/she got turned back around and went verrrrrryyyy slowwwwww.

Roads = not good.

I am so over winter.