The most amazing, amazing thing happened Thursday. Okay, so like everyone else in the country, it’s Arctic cold here in Arkansas. And when I flipped on the weather Wednesday night, Favorite Weather Guy No. 3 said “You could see some flurries, but not enough to count. Zero percent chance of precip this whole week.” So my first thought was, “No precip? What a waste of cold temps.” My second thought as I threw my shoes at the TV, “Wouldn’t it be cool if we got this snow overnight that just came out of the blue? I LOVE those!” And then I put it out of my head. We had about as much chance of a tropical hurricane.
So Thursday morning I get this call, “Hey, we’re out of school!“Â And I just start laughing. “Um…yeah. I’m so sure!”Â Â Â “No, seriously, check outside. It’s snowing!”Â And it was! Turns out our school was the ONLY school in the area that closed! It was so crazy. Arkansas is made up of just small towns, you know? So typically if a few towns in the county are out, we’re all out. And since I’m at a big school, we’re the last to call it. But Thursday…miracle! Somehow, some way, in God’s infinite wisdom and coolness, he sprinkled snow JUST over where I live. And we got out of school!!!Â My first snow day of the year! And if the almanacs are correct, my only one.
And then I just stayed there in bed for TWO HOURS because I couldn’t turn off GMA and the Today show because I love to watch the closings scroll by as they interview couch jumping actors and such. Finally when I saw that we were pretty much the only ones out (which made me a bit sad because I wanted the whole state to stay home like me!), I got up and around. But this, friends, is what comes from much prayer and petition. And wearing your pjs inside out. And sleeping with a spoon under your pillow. And flushing ice cubes down the toilet. And doing a twelve minute snow dance titled “Spandex, Snow, and Tippy-Toes” with your friend Holly under a full moon.
As you can tell from the picture, we didn’t get much snow. And people not from Arkansas who live here ALWAYS complain about how freakishly sensitive me are to snow. Yes, I know Denver can get 200 inches of the stuff and still not close school. And us? An inch, and we’re calling in the National Guard. But it’s not something to scorn. One of our school secretaries said, “I’m from Utah, and we know how to drive in snow, so we don’t close things down.” Well, that’s the beauty of living in Arkansas. We CHOOSE not to know how to drive in snow. What the heck is the point of living in a state that carries on as normal when you get big snow? There is no point! School and work closing is a source of pride, not ridicule. I’m proud of my state and its snow phobias. Proud. Because the teachers in Utah? Um, at school. Me? On my couch in my sweats.
As mentioned before, my mentally challenged cat has been deprived of outdoors for almost all of his seven years. Here he is checking out the snow for the first time.
“What is this crap? Ew, cold paws! Cold paws!”
And on point doing his bird dog impression.
He may come in from outside to use his litter box, but apparently he’s smart enough to do dog imitations. You should see his pit bull. Or maybe he’s imitating his cat cousin, Bunny, who only has three legs.
But I don’t shun the white stuff. This is how I feel about snow.
I hope you have a great weekend. I’m going to be writing and writing and writing and writing.
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