When I tried to start my car this morning it took a couple tries and I was just ready to give up and as I began to let go of the key in the ignition the engine turned over.  I heaved a frosty sigh of relief and, after letting the car warm up for two hours (almost) I packed the kids into the car and went off to the mall where I decided to reward the car for it’s good behaviour by parking underground. 

When we returned a couple hours later the car was all defrosted and the temperature gage inside said it was a balmy 11 degrees!  Woohoo!  The mall is only a few minutes from our house.  With terrible road conditions and both traffic lights being red, it takes me no more than five minutes to get home. Today, by the time I got home, the temperature gage in the car had STILL not finished coming down to the current frigid temperature.  My car would have nothing nice to say to me today if it could talk.