Still Got a Little Indiana Left in Me

I LOVE waking up to snow :)  I love it a whole lot more when my heater is working, which was not the case this morning.

After that was fixed, and I knew I could leave Beaux by himself without coming home to a pupcicle, I left to grocery shop.

I really do love Texas, but most of these people cannot drive in anything other than 90 degrees and sunny weather.  I say "most of these people" because if I didn't, and some of them read this, I'd be corrected about their driving abilities.  For the rest of the North Texas population, rain is bad enough.  Add 32 degree temps and some of the white fluffy stuff, and we have a disaster on our hands.

There are two types of North Texas winter weather drivers.  First, is the overly cautious group who are just a step above those who will not leave the house at all when it's blustery outside.  These drivers will crawl along the road, braking for each snowflake.  The other type of driver is the dare-devil, who believes his Lexus or Mercedes will glide over the ice patches, reacting to their every touch of the wheel.  They fly past the first type of drivers, doing 70 MPH in a 35 MPH zone.  They are also the ones who are normally seen down the road a mile or two, sitting in the grass with mud skid tracks drawing the passer-bys' eyes to their exact path of doom.

After surviving the potentially-deadly road excursion with the crazy drivers, I make it to Kroger to gather my groceries along side the shoppers of the apocalypse.  These people believe that the snow falling from the sky is their cue to run to the nearest grocery store to stock up on the essentials.  They buy enough canned food to last through the next 30 years, should they be snowed in that long.  But hey, if an asteroid hits Earth, they're set as long as they have their own bomb shelter.

I fight my way from the chaotic aisle ways to the check out lines.  Miraculously, I find one that is empty.  I walk up to hear a debate between the cashier and the bagger.  The cashier insisted, "This is not snow.  It's not sticking." It turns out, the DFW school systems don't focus on precipitation in their science classes.  But, hey, who am I to judge? :)

Since I made it through all of that, I think the rest of my day is best spent relaxing in my heated apartment watching the pretty snow fall outside.