Friday, March 27, 2009

I usually like my blizzard with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

It ain't no sissy storm.

We're under a blizzard watch. West Texas will get far worse weather than us. Our area is expected to receive up to eight inches with wind gusts up to 63 MPH and nearly zero visibility.

And suddenly I've become Jim Cantore.

Maggie, of all days, decided that she wanted to go out on the porch. She scratched and scratched and I warned her. She finally figured it out when I opened the door and snow blew in on her.

Yeah, Maggie. That's how the tougher cats live. Now go curl up on your fleece blanket on the couch. I'll join you in a minute.

My mother-in-law missed seeing this snow by about two days. She loves to visit winter. Only this snow looks too dry for snowman making and the temperature outside is a balmy 18 degrees.

Plus, with a visibility of zero, I may just make a snowman out of Maggie without knowing it.

6 comments:

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

Watch out for global warming.

Hillary @ The Other Mama said...

Be safe out there, Jim Cantore!

Susanne said...

Welcome to my world! We're under a snowfall warning right now. Not blizzard by any means but still a groaner.

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

Thanks for the congrats! It's a small piece in a small book, but I made the cut, which is more than I can say of my senior year cheerleader tryouts.

Roxanne said...

How's the fleece holdin' up? Stay warm.

Tari said...

I love it. One of my mom's cats would sit by her glass front door in winter, dying for it to turn Spring so he could go out. When you opened the door to come in he would wrap himself around one of your calves and bite you, because you let the cold in. It wasn't up to him to sit elsewhere; it was up to you to pick "in" or "out" for yourself until the snow melted.