...I guess. We did finally have a few flakes today. Nothing to write home about (although, isn't that what I'm doing right now?) and certainly not enough to make snow angels, a snowman, snow cream OR have a snowball fight with, but I guess it's better than none at all. I was thinking today about how much I've been robbed. If I had been oblivious to the news this past week and had never heard any of those lying weathermen and their faulty predictions of a foot of snow... If I would've just bumbled into the little bit of cold weather and dusting of snow on the ground, I would have been soooooooo excited and sooooooo very happy! But despite my best efforts to control my enthusiasm, I bought into their lies and had my heart set on real, true-blue SNOW. So when we did get a small (very small) taste of winter weather, did I enjoy it?! Noooooo! I paced the floor fuming and flailing my arms while hashing over once again the dopey weathermen and how they should all be fired, etc. I was robbed of being able to enjoy the "wintery mix" (a term I am SOOOOOOOO sick of hearing!) because I was banking on something more! Life is so not fair.

I was also thinking today about my rotten attitude and how I really should be thankful for what we have... and if I was one of my children how I would quickly remedy the complaints and hostilities I was displaying. Ugh. It's always so bad when you realize that you're being bad. Worse yet when you struggle to straighten up after the realization!

I did my best, though, and in the end I did enjoy what cool weather we got and the flurries that are so rare down here. (Not as much as I would've enjoyed real snow, but... HA!) The kids went out and played for quite a while and they don't seem to know the difference between real snow and what we get down here in Texas. I should never tell them any different, I suppose. Then they won't struggle with thankfulness like their mother!