I just woke up. I was awakened by my dear sweet mother with a flurry of bright lights, frantic cries for help, and desperate incompetancy. My mother had gotten stuck in the snow and me and my dad needed to shovel her out immediately. She was already late to work! She made it sound like she had high centered the car amidst a four foot high snow bank. Then, when we got outside, she informed us that our neighbors dogs had stolen our shovels- straight from a fifties sitcom, and we would have to go hassle our neighbors about it. Her car was hardly stuck. One wheel was slightly comprimised by the snow. I got in the car and begam rocking it back and forth, and my dad pushed the front when I was in reverse. It took us less than a minute. I am curious to know how long she tried before she came begging for help. I can't imagine she waited to long. I imagine she was already running late, as usual, but this gave her an excuse to front the blame on me for not instantly waking up and a chance for her to excersise her wonderful freaking out abilities. I was tempted to recite the parable where Hercules refuses to help the man stuck in the mud. I didn't. The whole thing was just annoying. I think I will go back to sleep now.