Sorry, Sweet Char

     It was a cold, snowy night and Pete, Matt (my amazing boyfriend), and I had just gotten out of the movie theater in downtown Bryan after watching the The Hobbit. There was hardly anyone on the roads because we had had quite the winter storm so only snowplows and crazy people (like us) were out. The courthouse was pristine in Christmas lights with snow everywhere. This is where my story goes from warm and fuzzy to blonde. 

      Matt helped me scrape off Sweet Char since she was covered in snow and some ice. For some reason, I decided I needed to open my back passenger door, and I'm thinking it was to put away my snow scraper. Anyway, the door was stuck or rather frozen shut. Naturally, I pulled harder. And harder. And harder. The handle decided to come off. Oops. Sorry, Sweet Char. 

      To make matters worse, when I went to open it from the inside, I found out that it wasn't frozen shut at all. It had been locked. Now, THAT was Sweet Char's fault. 

     I believe Matt was rather amused by the situation because when I offered him my brush and scraper for his car, Bucky, he smugly replied that he already had a brush, scraper, AND a handle. Oh boy...he totally deserved any snow I may have chucked at him later on that evening.