I've lived in Texas for going on ten years now,
(TEN! ugh. When I say things like that I feel so old, so let's just say I've lived around here for a while now...) and so I'm not completely sure how I still manage to go into utter shock at the bi-polar tendencies of our weather.
Two days ago it was 75 degrees.
Flowers were blooming.
Birds were singing.
Children were running around the neighborhood like it was the first day of summer vacation.
Well, how do I put this delicately?
It's frickin snowing.