I woke up this morning in San Antonio, and looked out the window to see this.
I called Fiddledaddy to tell him, and he suggested that I go outside and have someone take a picture of me making a snow angel. I reminded him that there was no one in this house who was physically able to get me up off the ground, and I didn’t want to become a snow statistic. Especially since all the roads were shut down, and not even the emergency vehicles were making house calls. So I asked my dad to take the following picture.
First of all, let me say a little something about my appearance. When I’m home visiting with my dad and stepmom, and it’s snowing outside so there is little chance of visitors dropping by, I DO NOT WEAR MAKEUP. Nor do I bother with hair care. Especially since the use of a hair brush, only gives rise to an Afro, thanks to snow induced static electricity. Secondly, I realize that I look like I’m constipated. I’m not. My dad, the photographer, is legally blind, so while attempting a smile, I was making like a ventriloquist, “DAD, I’M OVER HERE!”
My kids are never going to forgive me for not bringing them, as they have never seen real snow. To appease their disappointment, Fiddledaddy had to go into Orlando for a commercial audition, and then he took them to Typhoon Lagoon (a Disney water park).
When I Skyped them later, Emme recounted how she lost her tooth while swimming with the sharks. The siblings pretended that they did not know her and swam far far away, knowing that sharks are attracted by ALL THE BLOOD. There was no loss of life, but there was a loss of tooth. She wondered if the Toothfairy’s able assistant (Fiddledaddy) would leave the requisite dollar if there was no tooth to show for it. I assured her that the assistant to the Toothfairy would know that she was good for it.
She also lost a different tooth yesterday, so the Toothfairy’s assistant has been very busy indeed. I think she’s yanking teeth out just for the cash. Tonight I fear he will have to leave 2 quarters and a roll of pennies under her pillow, as I left with most of the dollar bills.
After I finished the call to my little lonely family, my stepmom asked me if I’d like to get waxed.
My heart stopped as I looked for the closest exit out into the snow. WHAT? She explained that she had a paraffin bath that you can dip your hands in to ease joint pain. WellthankGod. How big is it? I have a lot of joint pain, what with all this cold.
I’ll just leave you with the mental image of me getting waxed. And try to have a fabulous weekend anyway!