Snow

I have this thing about snow. I think it looks nice... if I'm in the northern half of the US, where it can snow enough to cover the ground. Where the weather is predictable enough in it's seasons for you to expect snow at a certain time of yeah. As it is, I live in southwest Fort Worth. Living here, you might expect it to snow once, with a greater likelihood that it will sleet, or we will have freezing rain.

What you don't expect is for it to snow on Easter weekend. I got a call from my wife who had just finished the Susan G. Komen 5K run/walk with my daughter (I was supposed to participate too, but who knew they held those things so early in the morning?). She told me to look out the window. I was expecting rain. I was not expecting to see a flurry. It wasn't sticking to the ground, but there were some rather large flakes, and they we occasionally falling pretty hard.

As I looked out that window, I had just two thoughts. "That's disgusting!", and "This is just wrong!" If I hadn't had to help my son get ready for his Gymnasticas class, I would have done my best to emulate a groundhog by looking down at my shadow and going to bed again for six weeks.