Half the country is covered in snow and ice begging for the winter weather to end and we sit here in our nice cozy house hoping for snow. That’s life in Houston for you.
The kids are out of school tomorrow and the college I work for is closed tomorrow. So we’re hoping that the snow actually comes and our poor deprived children get to catch a snowflake or two on their tongues. I’m even planning on waking them up in the middle of the night if I notice that it’s snowing. I just don’t want them to miss it!
Last year, we had a bit of snow one afternoon. Other parts of the city got a pretty good bit, but ours didn’t stick. I thought about pulling the kids out of school early when the snow was coming down pretty good. But I didn’t. And by the time they got out, the snow was gone. A tiny little flurry occurred later on that day and my poor sad pitiful children ran around the backyard pushing a wheelbarrow hoping to catch some snow. Have I mentioned how pitiful they are?
Please, weather gods, make my children less pitiful!!