Yesterday, it was 73 degrees and we had a picnic at the Arboretum. It was gorgeous and perfect and I so needed to be outside someplace without cement. As we were getting ready to leave, I saw a robin.
When you live up north, seeing a robin means Spring is on the way. When you live where I live, seeing a robin means it's about to get really, really cold. Sure enough, I woke up this morning to find we were under a Winter storm warning. But I didn't mind because they were predicting snow. Snow! Real snow, deep enough to measure! The kids were beside themselves. So beside themselves that it was like I had twice as many kids.
But then, because I was looking forward to snow, and I am a jinx, they changed the forecast. So it looks like we will be having another SNOW DAY, only without any snow. We won't have a final decision until tomorrow morning most likely (and by the way, thanks so much for the 5:00 a.m. phone call Friday, HISD. Really, you shouldn't have. I mean it.) but I'm already predicting potato bread round two.