Apparently there was quite the hail storm in San Antonio on Tuesday night. I wouldn’t know firsthand because I was in The Woodlands. But after my speaking event was over, I checked my phone and had a missed call from Caroline and a whole bunch of texts. She was calling to report on the baseball-sized hail and to inform me it was headed to Houston and I needed to find a covered spot to park my car.
(I wish I had a picture to show you of the size of the hail but my people were apparently the only people in San Antonio who didn’t take a picture of it to put on social media somewhere. But it was huge. I always thought baseball-sized hail wasn’t a real thing. I was wrong.)
This is all sweet and fine except I was staying in a hotel and there was no covered parking. Although I did explain to the guy at the check in desk about the whole possibility of hail dilemma and asked if I could park under the porte cochere by the entrance. He told me that was against state law which seems like possibly a little bit of an exaggeration, but I decided not to argue with him especially because it wasn’t like I even knew if it was supposed to hail in Houston except for the fact my twelve-year-old daughter told me so. As it turns out, there were only thunderstorms where I was and no hail. Which is good because I really didn’t want to have to live through a whole scenario that would have me waking up to a big hole in my windshield and being three hours from home. This would require several different life skills that aren’t necessarily my favorite.
Anyway, I had a great time at Crossroads Baptist Church and even ran into an old friend from high school who I hadn’t seen since the night we graduated. I kept looking at her thinking she looked just like a girl I went to high school with and that’s because she was actually that girl. It was a fun little reunion and proof that the world is a peanut.
I woke up this morning and made a quick stop at Starbucks for coffee before I made my way back to San Antonio. The drive home was super easy thanks to the ladies at Crossroads telling me to take the new Grand Parkway around Houston. Siri had not informed me this was an option when I asked for directions on the way there and it made the trip home so much better because it would appear not many people know to use Grand Parkway yet.
As I drove into my neighborhood, I could see all the signs of the giant hail storm because there were trash bags over car windows and cardboard on house windows and just general damage here and there. Soccer practice was cancelled due to wet conditions and, even worse for Piper and Mabel, the dog park was closed. They looked at me all afternoon with eyes that seemed to say, “I beseech you to take us to the place where we can participate in all the recreation” because I think they tend to speak in an old-fashioned manner when they are really desperate.
Alas, it was not meant to be because everything was closed. And they didn’t even get to ride with me to pick up Caroline from school because they tend to end up fighting each other in the back of my car when they haven’t been able to burn off some energy and a dog fight is really more excitement than I can bear by 3:30 in the afternoon.
After school Caroline and I ran by to see Mimi and Bops because we haven’t seen them in over a week just because we’ve been so busy and then I took Caroline to get her hair cut. On the way there she mentioned she might like some side bangs and I quickly shut that business down because we have traveled that road before and it leads to NO GOOD and a lot of bobby pins.
Which kind of makes me think of Duchess Kate. If you’ve been following her trip to India (WHICH YOU KNOW I HAVE) you will notice we’ve not seen hide nor hair (literally) of those bangs she cut several months ago. Because you know where you don’t want to have bangs? INDIA.
But have you seen the clothes she’s wearing? I think they’re my favorite ever. She has this whole bohemian 70’s thing going on and every day I decide it’s exactly what I’d wear if I ever went to India and was, you know, a princess. Except she doesn’t look like she’s hot at all and has yet to just throw her hair up in a ponytail and put on a baseball cap. It basically confirms my suspicions that they must give her Botox to shut off her sweat glands because how can you wear polyester in India and not sweat?
Princesses, they’re not just like us.
Except when they deeply regret getting their bangs cut.