I got everything packed and in the car and was only a little behind schedule yesterday and when I was all set for take-off, I turned the key and there was nothin'. Absolutely nothing. Not even a "rrr."
I made sure it was in gear because, ever since the stupid ignition column was replaced, it doesn't matter what gear it's in for the key to come out. (And a person needs one embarrassing, knucklehead memory of a special service call to a grocery store parking lot because a car wouldn't start, only to find that it was because it was still in "D" instead of "P," and then that's pretty much checked off first thing, no matter what the problem might be.) Nope, it was in park. Even though it didn't make much difference because there was NO JUICE, I made sure the radio was off, the heater fan, the lights... The lights. What in the hell? The LIGHTS WERE ON ALL NIGHT?
I have to tell you that I have a really, really hard time believing that I left the lights on. I have had that car for almost seven years and I have never, EVER left the lights on. I have no explanation. I just can't believe I'd have left them on... there's an annoying ding when the lights are left on... and I would have noticed when I went back for the second load of groceries.
But, whatever. The battery was dead. Long story and a couple of jump starts later... I have a new battery, but it wasn't until 4:30 when it was finally all resolved and by then I was cranky and hungry and my back hurt and I was losing my voice from all the talking. For some reason, I was doing a lot of talking. So hubby and I went out to eat and I a few glasses of Leinie Honey Weiss helped me forget my troubles... I was going to reassess the situation this morning and possibly leave early -- heading straight to the baby shower and skipping the sister part this time.
It's snowing, and I knew it would; it's not so bad right at the moment -- at least where I am -- but the radar picture showed snow bands right along the route that I'd drive and in all of my possible destinations. I hear the snowplows outside. Another inch yet today, three to five more tonight, another five to eight tomorrow. Plus they're bantering about "blizzard" -- which means with wind and low visibility. I'm pretty good driving in the snow, but I'd just as soon be safe and snug on the couch. So, I'm going to mail the baby shower gift and plan another trip to Minneapolis. I'm so disappointed.