guilty pleasure # 43

On a snowy night like tonight where I nearly slammed my car into a BMW and an Miada parked along my brother's street I would like to share one of my guilty pleasures. No, this is not singing every word of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby," the entire Backstreet Boys Millennium album, or even having "Say Yes to the Dress" tvo'd each week so I can check out the amazing and ridiculous things people decide to wear. My snowday guilty pleasure is that i LOVE kicking off the buildup from around my tires. You know, the stuff like this:

I mean look at it... it is a driving hazard. How do you expect to turn your wheels with solid chunks of ice wedged around your tires? So not only does kicking this muck save lives, but when you get out of your car and find that your entire wheel well is filled with ice and slush and that dirt they lay down for traction, it sure feels good to watch as the powerful whack from your boot dislodges a nearly impossible amount of the stuff. I mean really... how does it all fit up there. Sometimes it takes several swift kicks to really get the crud out of there. And then in the morning when it's time to go to work you get the added gift of being able to drive over the pile of buildup on the ground. Squash it flat like a pancake. 

Would you be surprised if I told you I love puddles as well? 

Probably not.