Icee where you're going with this...

It's a little dangerous when Krista & I plan things together.  We both have a tiny smidge of stubborn, that when combined... 
It all started with her Christmas card.  (Read: Krista's fault)  She sent pictures to her co-workers.  I quickly got a text: "Where are pictures of your little man?"  Enter brilliant idea #1: "I'll bake cookies and drop them off with some pictures."  And, like most awesome ideas, it grew.  "Why don't you come too?"  And grew.  "And we can have that awesome salad at the cafeteria."  And grew.  "And I'll drop off pictures for our birthmom at Lifeline."  And grew.  "And my social worker can come and meet us."  And grew.  "And we can shop for Nathan's birthday."  Super.  We called and made arrangements.  It's on.
Then...  Krista's "quick" baby weigh-in at the pediatrician turned into a 2 1/2 hour ordeal, thanks to an office staff error.  (Did we call it off?  Nooooo.)  And it was freezing.  And snowing.  (Did we call it off?  Nooooo.)
We finally got to Lakeshore, and had a great time showing off babies and chatting.  Then we went to the cafeteria (it's now 1:30pm, and the littles are quite ready for lunch).  No salad?!  What?!  I've been dreaming of that salad for weeks!  Will you check in the back?  None there, either?  Lettuce, strips of grilled chicken, cranberries, orange slices, candied pecans, all smothered in a fabulous-only-available-there-mouth-watering vinaigrette.  Sigh.
I called my SW to let her know we'd be late.  No problem.  I scurried through the wet snow (with thunder?  how weird is that?) and pulled the car around to load the babies.  We headed toward Lifeline.  We didn't get far when traffic stopped.  On an icy hill.  I slithered across a bridge, the car going places I certainly didn't tell it to.  I called my husband, to ask how to to engage the 4-wheel drive.  That we don't have.  Oops.
It took us an hour to go up that hill.  Almost every time we'd start we'd slide a bit, inching toward the car beside us, then the concrete divider.  It was a very long hour. 
Which brings me to another detail that I've left out.  I didn't see that "No refills" sign.  I really didn't.  Krista told me about it as I happily sipped my second Pepsi.  Oops.  My bad.  I paid for that mistake.  Oh, how I paid! 
At first, it was funny.  Teehee, I shouldn't have had that second coke!  Then, funny turned into uncomfortable.  Then painful.  And I started looking at options.  "If Krista held up that blanket around me..."  "I can always clean the seat when I get home..."  "I wonder how much liquid that blanket could absorb..."  Shortly thereafter, the joggers in SHORTS went by, chugging up the hill.  I was glad I wasn't huddled behind a blanket, waving as they passed.  "Hello.  Nice day.  Have a good run!"
Miracle of miracles, the sun came out, and the ice started to melt.  I must admit, the more important matter of safety was somewhat eclipsed at this point by my desperation.  I eagerly searched for a gas station.  Ah, Shell, how I love thee!  As soon as I was off the road, I hopped out of the car.  "I'm leaving the keys in case you need to move it."  I'm sure I looked graceful as I walked toward the building, trying not to slip on the slush.  You know, graceful like a robot.  Who needs the bathroom.  That kind of graceful.
We never got to meet my SW.  The shopping trip was out.  It took us all day to accomplish our "quick trip."  It took longer than that for me to recover my nerves! 
The snow is so pretty outside my window.  The ice has melted.  I think I'm going to go potty, just because I can!