Failing At Being A Snowbird
This is not ok. We tried so hard. We traveled down to the southernmost tip of Texas to stay warm. We thought that, at this point, we would be in the clear. Nope, it’s snowing.
It is March and we have just had 3 inches of snow. I had been lounging in bed—recounting my dream about stealing the mummified hand of some ancient British royal and going on the run—when I looked up and gasped. It’s snowing!
I rummaged around: I do have clothes for this contingency but where are they? Ah! Ridiculously poofy hat that makes me looking like I’m in mother Russia: check. Long black winter coat that does little to dispel the impression that I am in mother Russia: check. I think I’m ready to go outside.
Most importantly though, you know what time it is? It’s time to build a snow man. Maybe a little snow isn’t that bad after all.