crvNo, that’s not suggestive or even debatable. I am, ipso facto, an idiot. You see that beautiful silver 2005 Honda CRV pictured? We have one. It’s still brand new.

Yesterday I took off from work to spend the day with my family. With Erin’s erratic sleeping & eating – due to the terrible pain and soreness that comes from getting 4 new teeth at once – I felt that Kate needed me to be around to help lift some of her burdens. It just so happened to be the first semi-warm spring day we’ve had in a long time. So, we took some time in the morning and drove our CRV to our local reservation parkland and took a nice long walk. It was a beautiful day. I had the windows down, the sunroof open and my sunglasses on.

It was back to work for me today, so I drove our older car (’01 Honda Civic) to the office. Ironically, after such sunny weather yesterday, it’s snowing right now. It started this afternoon and will be snowing till about 2:00 a.m. – accumulating 3-6″. The commute home was slow, wet and slippery. I arrived home and parked in our parking lot instead of the driveway. (We live in a condo complex, and so when it snows snowplows come and clean our driveways. If you leave your car in your driveway they won’t plow it.) So, I park the civic in the lot and see the CRV in our driveway from yesterday’s fun in the sun. I decide that I had better move it into the lot before it gets too late… (Can you see it coming yet…?)

I open the driver’s side door to find both front seats/headrests/armrests and center console covered in fresh snow! I look up to see my sunroof completely open, with fresh flakes of snow falling into the car at a rapid pace.

Okay, so my first reaction was pure anger at myself – as my wife will attest to being one of my few bad habits. My head got so hot I’m surprised it didn’t melt the snow then and there. I then begin to frantically clean off the seats with my bare hands, all the while the snow continues falling through the open sunroof. It then dawns on my to turn the car on and close the sunroof. I do, blast the heat and walk inside the house. I only have three words for my wife when I see her.

“I’m an idiot.”

I went out a few minutes later with gloves on and wiped everything clean and dry. No real damage was done to the car – just my bruised ego. But, imagine if I hadn’t decided to move the car when I got home… I would have woken up to a half-foot of snow on my front seats.

PUH-LEEESE someone tell me that they’ve done something as bad or worse…