i drive like an elderly woman

I have now decided i hate driving in the winter. Sure, I disliked it a lot before, but now i just hate it. Saturday i got stuck on joels driveway. Not a big deal so much, other than being cold and having to push ryan out too. on the way home, though, i was a mile from his house slowing down for a stop sign and did a nice one-eighty across the road. Thankfully, i was lucky (blessed) enough to not be in the vicinity of other vehicles and narrowly missed the snowfilled ditch. and after the nice words i said, i'm surprised God didn't teach me a lesson by sending into the ditch later. I didn't really think the roads were that icy, but i slid a couple times after that and ended up driving 35 the whole way home hunched over the steering wheel with white knuckles. overreacting? probably. but i just felt extremely uncomfortable the rest of the way home. two years ago i slid across the center line and drove into a ditch and drove out with less drama than that. i don't know what made me freak, but i guess, now that i remember, it didn't help that i kept thinking i had a flat or something because i slid so easily and my steering was crappy. i slid again on sunday night, strengthening my suspicions, but its been fine since, so i think it was just snowy/icy. yar. i drive like a grandma