All for the sake of The Office . . . .

So . . . funny experience happened to me last night. It was about 9 pm and I got to thinking that I wanted to laugh and what better way then to watch The Office. I searched our house up and down for the season that we have, but to no avail . . . I gave Mario a call and decided to run over to his house and pick up the season 2 that they have. Little did I know that it would be 1 hour later before I was going to be able to laugh and enjoy The Office.
I have forgotten how cold the winters get in good 'ol Utah - the Arizona sun has made me a cold baby. Mom decided to run over with me and as we drive down the lane I realize that the car was having a little trouble and so I decide to pull over into Hinds Quick Stop, seeing as I just remembered that Mario had told me the previous night that I needed to get rid of the ice around my tires. We proceed to get out and try to kick the ice chunks off of the back of the tire and nothing was working until mom has the great idea to get Dad's cane out and start whacking away! That worked on 3 of the highly covered tires with chunks as big as 2 feet wide falling to the ground, but the 4th wasn't budging. Needless to say after 25 minutes of using a cane, a car scrapper, an umbrella and a rock, with nothing working, the frustration was mounting . . After all, all that I wanted was to kick back and relax with a few laughs but it seemed like my Office dreams were getting farther and farther away. We decide to head home and see if a hammer will work. We get back to the house and I get a fire poker, a screwdriver and a mallet - This ought to do it! My dearest mother was in charge of the flashlight as I poked and screwdrived and malleted that ice chunk that was way too stubborn . . . It was actually quite comical as you think of the 2 of us, my mother and I, in the dead of low teens temperatures, pitch black at 10 pm, trying to hack our way into the ice picking hall of fame with NO SUCCESS! Finally after 10 more grueling minutes the ice chunk figured out who was boss, fell to the ground and gave up the ghost. Which now left me free to finally make my journey in search of The Office!! Thank you dear Ice Chunk for letting me finally enjoy the humor I so desperately desired - you have my eternal gratitude.
. . . . Now I guess the moral of this story was . . . never mess with me if I'm determined or your fate will be as the ice chunks!!!