Sorry for not posting on Monday. I attended my sister's basketball game. Anyway, I have an important news update for you: it's currently snowing in Texas.
Let me back up a bit. On Super Bowl Sunday, I was wearing short sleeves. My mother was wearing short sleeves. It was seventy-five degrees or thereabouts, and it was so pleasant that I took my crochet outside and let my dog bother me while I worked.
That was three days ago.
This morning, it was raining. I'd turned the heat off on Sunday and forgotten to turn it back on, so I woke up at 5:15 this morning, absolutely freezing. I fed the dog and put her out--she's an outside dog, but we spoil her, so she sleeps in the garage when it's cold or rainy. She didn't want to go outside. Once I finally got her outside, she wanted to come straight back inside. And when Mom told me to put her sweater on her, my dog was happy. (She looks very cute in her sweater. She got it for Christmas this year.)
Anyway, I did typical Cold Day things. Stay in bed and study. Procrastinate. Drink tea with breakfast and wear my fuzzy slipper socks. It was nice.
And then, just when Dad came home from work, it began to snow.
My sister begged me to come outside and have a snowball fight with her. At first, I objected. I'm an adult now, I told her. I have to clean up after dinner, I told her. But outside I went anyway, and I found that quite a bit of snow had been sticking to my and my mom's cars. I made a few dozen snowballs with my sister's help, and we had at it.
I stood on one side of the yard. My sister was on the other. The driveway between us was No Man's Land. And so began the war.
It was fun. I got hit in the head once. I got hit in the backside. My sister stepped in dog poop, but she didn't care because she was wearing my shoes. I lost the fight. To celebrate her victory, my sister rubbed a snowball in my face and just about shoved it in my mouth by accident. But still, somehow, I had fun.
When's the last time you played in the snow? Or, if you don't live in a region where it snows, when's the last time you thought you wouldn't enjoy something, but ended up enjoying it anyway? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.