Those of us that live in Texas know that the weather can change on a dime. Last Saturday it was over 80 degrees for the 2nd day in a row. I went to the park and walked for almost 6 miles (and still didn't work off that darn bacon cheeseburger I ate in celebration of National Pig Day). It was a warm, muggy day, and Friday night I tossed and turned with my windows open because, damn it, I was hot! But I didn't turn on the air conditioning, because, well, it's March.
And Sunday? 23 degrees, going down to 17 as the sun set. My water pipes froze up for the 3rd time this winter, even though I left them dripping. Frozen sleet tapped at my windows most of the afternoon, and school was cancelled most places on Monday.
How do Texans react? Well, when I did some grocery shopping on Saturday, the eggs were sold out, and although I didn't look, I almost guarantee that the milk and bread was too. Apparently Texans get a hankering for eggs and toast with their milk only during cold spells.
And in other news, this morning my scale said that I was .2 pounds from being a "normal" weight. Since I haven't been normal since I was a child, that was pretty exciting to me. Another 11 pounds and I'll be "ideal". So there. Those size 6 pants I bought last weekend will fit even better now (yes, that is a gratuitous mention of my clothing size for no other reason than I've never been able to say it before, unless you count 6T, but I don't think I cared back then, being I was six).
I am more than ready for summer to begin - I look forward to the first day I say "it's too hot", without it being a hot flash!
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