Because the weatherman predicted SNOW. Snow in North Central Texas.

Snow is rare. Snow is a miracle. We get excited over snow. Really excited!

So, this is how my day started.

The chilly 30’s. A nice warm fire. Pretty glowing colors of orange toasting tootsies sporting purple fuzzy socks.

Ahh, winter. Finally!

Then it got better.

Jason made us chili. His chili cook-off winning chili (the mild kid-friendly version). Yum!

Then?

Big fat chunks of SNOW, yes SNOW, came falling from the sky. Just like they said!

Snow! Snow! It’s snowing!!! It’s snowing!!

But it wasn’t sticking. AT. ALL.

Finally it started to stick, so I’d have proof!

If you squint, you can see it. Keep looking. It’s there…..squint…..there. Did you see it?

I swear a few moments later. The snow stopped failing. What was there, faded away; leaving a hydrated landscape sans the snowflakes.

Boo snow. Boo.

Supposedly, we will get sleet tonight. Now, that sounds more like Texas weather. Fierce ice chips hurling down to pelt and burn. Then, a nice, dangerous commute skating on black ice and playing bumper cars.

Plus, there is a 100% chance of leftover chili. Oh yeaaah!