Sidenote: If you sent The Professor and me a very beautiful rose, please let me know! It wasn't signed!
A little over 13 months ago, we had what some
wonderfully witty person titled the "Alabama Winter Storm Of The Century (So Far, Because I'm Going To Need A Better One)". That person has had her (*ahem*) wish fulfilled.
Friday,
appropriately, was a Very Stormy Day. We were under tornado watches, severe thunderstorm watches, TORNADO WARNINGS, flash flood warnings - you get the picture - all day. And night. The arriving Original Redhead from Tennessee complained around 8 PM that no one told her to bring an arc.
And then, Sunday morning we woke up to snow.
We took a drive down to The Professor's University for lunch, and it was still coming down.
The University is always pretty; in the snow, it's beautiful.
I loved this tree:
These were pretty too:
In the hour we were there, though, the sun came out; by the time we left, it was starting to melt.
Still, there was plenty on the ground when we got home to try and whack The Professor in the butt with a snowball.
I missed. But I was distracted by my target.
We took a drive down to The Professor's University for lunch, and it was still coming down.
The University is always pretty; in the snow, it's beautiful.
I loved this tree:
These were pretty too:
In the hour we were there, though, the sun came out; by the time we left, it was starting to melt.
Still, there was plenty on the ground when we got home to try and whack The Professor in the butt with a snowball.
I missed. But I was distracted by my target.
1 comment:
The snow really was very pretty. And I would love to claim that I was the giver of the rose, but alas, it was not I. Have you checked with the Best Friend? Let me know, cause now I'm curious! I do so love a good mystery!
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