For those of you who don’t live in the South Texas area and may not be aware, Caroline’s dreams came true. Iceapocalypse 2014 happened and left us covered in amount of ice that was basically undetectable to the human eye. However, it was enough that school was cancelled on Friday. And for those of you worried about how we survived, I want you to know that Texans are strong and we will rebuild.
The only real tragedy in the whole thing is that my hair appointment had to be rescheduled and so I’m going to apologize in advance in the event you see me in the next four days. My grays are at an all-time high. Fortunately I found the fortitude to brave the ice to make it to my eyebrow appointment at 12:30 on Friday afternoon because there are some things that are just that important.
It should be telling of the big ice event that I didn’t even take one picture to document it. Mainly because it would be a picture of nothing. Unless you maybe wanted to see our barbecue grill that had some ice on it or Caroline standing in a yard full of green grass wearing her winter coat. She did manage to find a few icicles that have now taken up residence in our freezer for the indefinite future.
And the weird thing is that the weather people are saying it could all happen again this week especially considering that I sat outside with bare feet earlier today and read in a book in the 75 degree sunshine. I’ll believe it when I see it.
On Friday night my friend Jamie and her oldest son Hudson were in town for a soccer tournament and Gulley and I took the kids to meet them for dinner. We see Jamie (I also call her Evelyn which is a long story that basically involves the years she lived nearby when we were first married and we’d trade magazines all the time and said we were like two little old ladies named Evelyn.) a couple of times a year but our kids hadn’t seen each other since they were all a lot younger. Which explains why Caroline leaned over to me at the restaurant and said, “I think Howard wants to go outside, too.” Howard. Or Hudson. Whatever.
We had the best time laughing and catching up on life and then decided to have Hudson take a picture of the three of us as we left the restaurant.
And by the time Gulley and I got back to my house, we had this text from Jamie.
Here’s the picture he took so you can fully appreciate the attention to photographic detail and composition that you get from an eleven year old boy.
The worst part is that Jamie actually is a photographer. But we decided to look on the bright side.
Because while we might be almost unrecognizable, you’ll notice that none of us have any wrinkles at all.
Saturday ended up being a lazy day because Caroline didn’t have basketball. We ran some errands, straightened up the house and now you’ve just died of boredom. I’m so sorry.
And now I’m off to watch T.V. because P has had control of the remote for the last hour and we’ve watched a show called The PigMan and a curling competition between the U.S. and Norway. Here’s what you need to know about curling, they take it VERY seriously and yell a lot of Norwegian things that might be cuss words. Also, one of them is wearing a white belt with his pants. And just like that, you’re totally prepared for the Winter Olympics. You’re welcome.
But now it’s time to turn on Downton Abbey. Or The Bachelor wedding. I’m leaning towards Downton Abbey because I feel like all those old bachelorettes are going to make me feel even worse about the current state of my hair.