If you are bored to tears by other people's random photos, then just roll your eyes at mine and move on. If, however, you enjoy seeing glimpses of complete strangers' lives, here are a few from our Dallas "blizzard."
Our cedar gate has never looked prettier.
My Valentine and I, enjoying a moment of sweetness shortly before he launched a gigantic slush ball at me and hit me in the leg. I now have a huge purple egg on my thigh, not exactly what I needed. "It's all fun and games until your wife gets hurt," noted our son. He gets his brilliant observational powers from my side of the family.
Here is Grayson (16) and me, holding saucers that have been languishing in the barn for 7 years. My man waxed them (ala Clark Griswald) for maximum speed.
Who needs a bobsled when you can use saucers made for children? My husband snapped split-second photos of our descent...quite funny. Here's one that makes me smile.
They let me go down the hill all by myself! Apparently, sticking out your tongue keeps you from spinning around and flipping over. At least, that's what they TOLD me.
Walking up snowy hills is really great for the thighs. Too bad it never snows like this around here, I guess my thighs are out of luck.
This guy is my favorite teenager in the world. Isn't he adorable?? I heart him.
The Barn House. I would have given anything to grab a paint brush and fill in the spot behind the enormous rose bushes that I could never get to. All this time, all I needed was 14 inches of snow to bend them back far enough to get in there. Sigh.
Flash did not enjoy the snow. My husband had mercy on him and let him into the barn area that he uses for projects so he could warm up and eat some hay. Otherwise, Flash wouldn't have had enough sense to get into his own shed. Flash, you're a mess, baby.
It was a fabulous treat for us to experience "real" winter weather, even if only for a weekend.
Thanks for letting me share! Rachel Anne
