Want a hint?
And that, my friends, would be SNOW!!! Holla!
As of Monday night, the local weather guys were preaching snow for Tuesday, while all the non-weather guy people, who are familiar with their track record, were all "mmm hmm, sure dude, whatever you say." And don't you know my sweet mom came in to wake me up at 8 am to tell me to go look out the window.
Whaaaat?! Y'all, this is central Texas I'm talking about here. This? Does not happen. Or at least I've never seen it. I grew up in southeast Louisiana where any "snow" that happened to fall usually melted before it hit the ground. Since I've been in Texas, I've seen nothing but a couple of major ice storms, but none of this real snow. This stuff was sticking yo.
Apparently, at the sight of snow, I immediately turn into a 5 year old. This is fact. Although I am at least a very mature 5 year old who knows the importance of dressing sensibly before running out in the backyard yelling SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! I just thought that would be worth mentioning. You guys, the flakes that were coming down were enormous! I had no idea snowflakes honestly got that big. It was like little snow hamsters falling out of the sky or something. I'll let that visual sink in for a minute.
Related: So it has pretty much always (for like a year) been my dream to get a white puffer jacket with a (faux) fur lined hood so I could pretend I was a snow princess while feeding an apple to a deer in the snowy mountains. Well, guess what I found at Ross for like $20? Oh yes I did. So of course, it was a snow princess day, although technically, I was supposed to have long hair , but I figured since I didn't have the deer, apple, or mountains, I could let the hair thing go. (Unrelated: Also, I forgot to tell you last week, that I just cut all my hair off. Seriously, like 6 inches or something. It's madness down here I tell you!) Anyway, moving on...
This was the first time Gracie girl has seen real snow too. Her first impression?:
She's a lady. And was completely freaked out by all the cold stuff landing on her head. Though with all that fur, I don't really think she knew it was cold. All she knew was it was on here and please to make it stop. Once she realized that whatever this stuff was got us all out in the yard (PLAY!), then she was just fine. Oh man, and once the ball came outside too...forget it. She was golden.
None of this winter wonderland business lasted of course. It was back up to the upper 40's toady, so driving through the neighborhood today was like witnessing the March of the Dying Snowmen. Seemed every yard had a melty, uneven, sad little man fading back into the mildness of a southern winter. Hey, it happens.
So until the next snow day that I get to witness, enjoy some pics....
