Wherefore art thou, Mr. Plow?
Sorry, no real blog post today. The Boy and I were out late (well, late for us) at an Aggie basketball game last night. Plus we started out yesterday running extremely late, mostly because we all slept in until the time we usually start leaving the house. Oops.
As an added bonus, we’re all busy getting ready for Snowpocalypse 2010: The Great White Hype, which should strike later on today. We’re not preparing for actual snow, mind you – no, I anticipate getting little to none of that. I’m talking about the mass panic which has gripped our burgeoning microplex. People are buying every canned good they can find, putting snow chains on their rollerblades and setting up forts to protect themselves from the polar bears that will surely come thundering down the plains with this massive arctic burst of biblical proportions.
I predict a few flurries, maybe even a little bit that sticks to the ground. People will drive at approximately four miles per hour and I’ll have to hear about 500 conversations about whether we’ll get to leave work early or not. That’ll be the extent of the arctic terror today. I love Texas, but I lived in Colorado just long enough for days like today to annoy the ever-living hell out of me. It’s just a little snow, people.
So while I’m fighting off the panic-stricken hordes, please to enjoy the following video of The Girl finding joy in the window of her grandparents’ house:
This made me laugh. Especially the polar bears.
My favorite part of this particular Snowpocalypse is that it’s just barely going to touch freezing around here.
The simple joys of life, running through a curtain.
We had 6 inches of snow… trees fell, power was out for days and only one snowman was made.
Ah, the simple pleasures.
Funny! I remember those “snowy” days when I lived in Houston. I could walk down the street faster than the cars. Made me laugh, coming from Minnesota. It’s 1/2 inch, people!
Great…now I have to worry about polar bears. I didn’t even know I should be worried about them.