I went to visit my pals on Saturday, Kristy, Stacy, Ryan, and Craig. It was, of course, fabulous, and I am seriously aggravated with myself for not taking any pictures. I even remembered my camera this time. How like me. (To forget to take pictures after making sure to remember the camera. Oh geez.) I had to drive a new route there, because obviously I've never gone there from here before. That was a trick and a half, let me tell you. It took me on all these little roads in the middle of nowhere, roads that weren't even county roads. None were labeled. I was a mess, I can assure you. So, I had Chuck find me a better way home. The way he had me go took a little longer, but I was able to stay on actual roads with names. This helped a lot, as it was dark and snowing at this point. Oh, and it saved my life. Apparently, it was really bad on 74 just before I got to it. When I made it onto 74, traffic was crawling (people averaging 35 mph.) I saw two cars that had flip...