These are a close-up of my snowflake earrings that Randey bought me last year. I came across them the other day and thought "Gee whiz, can't wait to wear those again. Hope it gets colder soon". Then I cracked my shin because I tripped over the footstool laughing so hard. Cold? Here? In Texas? That's just crazy talk! I felt like such a silly goose. A hot, sweaty, silly goose. A hot, sweaty, somewhat less than perky, silly silly goose. Yeaaaaahhhhh. Okay, sorry. Got lost in the moment. I'm back now. Once I dried the sweat from my brow and the tears from my eyes, I took charge of the situation. I wore my little snowflake earrings. I blew a big raspberry to this miserable heat and waggled my tongue at the triple digits and slapped those sparkly little flakes into my lobes and pranced around all day like they were the smartest fashion accessory going. And I'm gonna do it again tomorrow, too. So there. And if, from this point forward, I'm known as that lunatic woman who doesn't know winter from summer, so what? Big deal. Arrest me. Just make sure you lock me up in an air conditioned room. Wouldn't want my earrings to melt, you know.
P.S. Only 2 days left to vote in the "Favorite Season" pole (located on the leftside of this blog).