For those of you who have been hunkering down trying to stay warm and dry, shoveling out, and otherwise enduring a miserable winter, I am here to provide you with a giggle.
I live at the beach. The threat (and reality) of hurricanes is a way of life. No biggie. But a rumor of a whisper of a hint of the possibility of snow and life comes to a halt. I am not kidding. I seriously considered going to the grocery store last night just for the entertainment value. I am a native Southerner and really hate it when people make fun of us, but even I am smart enough to realize that in most cases, if I take a nap the snow will be gone when I wake up. But just in case, I have bread and peanut butter. I will not starve even if we lose power, which we did not.
This is only the third snow event in the sixteen years that I've lived here. So yes, it is an event. Unfortunately, this one is ice. There was a dusting of snow, but it's frozen into a sheet on top of the ice now. Even I don't leave footprints!
However, Otis doesn't care about all that. There is a tennis ball and he wants to chase it. I kid you not, he would chase it in a hurricane.
|This is what he's begging for.|
|"If I stare at it long enough, Mom will throw it!"|
|"Throw it again, Mom"|
|Otis, the Great Tennis Ball Hunter|