February!

First of all, I need to report that someone did color on the cat again last week – her front legs were striped with an engaging hue of yellow only found within a Crayola box. Judging from Ashton’s unholy giggles when I asked, I believe I took her denials with an appropriate amount of salt.

Next, I’m happy to report that it’s that time of year during which those of us in south central Texas experience the season I believe the rest of the English-speaking world calls winter. I love the cold snaps, but Rob has assured me that being Michigan-borne, I am in fact abnormal and it is fit for neither man nor beast out there. He may have a point. I revel in a twenty degree morning and yet will complain from May – October that a thermostat setting of 65 degrees is simply intolerably cold. That said, we can both agree upon the following list of recommendations for our fellow citizens.

1. Buy a nice coat. The wool ones will be on sale soon at 75% off and next winter you won’t look homeless and miserable in your two hoodies and the mittens from the display stand that Wal-Mart threw up near the registers Sunday night.
2. Smile. Really. It’s 3 days out of 365, and there’s no need to look bleary eyed and miserable. Embrace the change.
3. Take off the hoodies and baseball cap, put down the coffee, unwrap the scarf from the steering wheel and drive. You’re scaring me.
4. Where are you? The 14 minute commute was nice, but it might snow tonight. Later. After work. Little bits of frozen fluff. Not ice, not three feet of water, not tornados, not high winds, not herds of galloping camels. You look either lazy or silly (Rob used a different adjective). Or both.
5. Your children look ridiculous. The Spiderman hat/mask combo, scarf, waterproof mittens and puffy jacket to walk from the parking lot into the school is probably not necessary.

All that aside, Sage confided this morning that she and Ashton are very excited about the possibility of snow “furleys” later today, and to be honest, so are their parents.