I moved to Texas in the mid 80's, and this is the first time that I can remember schools being closed for three days in a row due to weather. In actuality, I can assure you it hasn't happened in the last two or three years. I can't genuinely account for anything before that with any kind of certainty, but it sounds much more dramatic to say "worst ice storm since the mid 80's". And after being cooped up in this house for three days straight, I'm high on drama.
Here are, in no particular order, facts from the frozen tundra...
This little flock of birds showed up at the back door this morning, flapping frantically, and no doubt freezing their little birdie booties right off. I so badly wanted to somehow provide them with warmth, but I have a little feeling God may have already planned for that when He invented feathers. Anyway, the strangest thing about these little beauties was the bright orange speck right on top of their little heads. We thought they were really fascinating, so Max snapped these pictures.
We met on a blind date. That very first night, my true love took me to a restaurant where the waitstaff dresses up like various characters, and we were waited on by a killer bee, who told everyone in the restaurant that we met on an episode of Love Connection and that we were being filmed by hidden cameras. But, I digress.
By the time February 1st rolled around this year, we were all settled in our cozy little house enjoying Snow Day Number One. By dinner time, I was still in my pj's and big, fuzzy slippers and highly anticipating an evening of HGTV by the fire. So, we ordered a pizza and stayed inside, somehow rationalizing that showering and dressing up to go to a fancy restaurant in the snow seemed like a lot of effort just to acknowledge the fact that once upon a time a killer bee helped to sow the seeds of everlasting love.
Then Snow Day Number Two, otherwise known as February 2nd, rolled around, and I was on day two of cabin fever. I was willing to wait any amount of time for a table at any restaurant, and even shed my fuzzy slippers in trade for real shoes. If a groundhog can get out in snow and ice on February 2nd, so can I. Luckily, the Italian restaurant is right around the corner from our neighborhood, so we were able to slide out the back entrance to our neighborhood and skid right into their parking lot. No joke, it was a solid sheet of ice the entire way. This was the fountain outside the restaurant...


Not to mention a sliver of Boston Cream Pie that isn't going to eat itself. :-)
Southern snow day #3, and temps are in the low 20's. How cold is it where you are today??
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