Yesterday we went shopping for a Christmas tree. In our shorts. While we were buying it, people in the line advised us that a “cold front” was coming and “it will be a hell of a storm.” I became understandably concerned because we have an enormous inflatable Yo Gabba Gabba sleigh in the front yard.
By the way, every year our collection of bizarre Christmas lawn ornaments grows. First it was Pooh Bear and Tigger. Then Eeyore. Then an angel. Then the monster sleigh. Then Mickey. Yesterday I look up and Gordon and the kids are dragging a huge Elmo.
We buy the tree and load it into the Green Hornet.
Me: What was your plan for the Elmo?
Kid 2: Heh. Plan.
Kid 1: We saw the Elmo and we were like, let’s get it!
So long story short, we had some wind and a little bit of the temperature drop, down to 37 degrees. In North Carolina it would be considered mild for winter. In Oklahoma, it would be a bit cold.
In Texas, power went out in the entire subdivision. We knew this, because our neighbors had set their house alarm. Fixing the power resulted in it being on and off about ten times and every time it would come back on, it would be on for about five seconds, not enough to turn off said alarm.
5:40 am. Alarm: Wooo-wooo-wooo-blare. Stop.
6:00 am. Alarm: Woo-wooo-wooo-blare. Stop.
6:15 am. Alarm: Woo-wooo-wooo-blare. Stop.
I shudder to think what will happen if snow ever hits this town. It will be like a movie: a snowflake lands on the asphalt and all the cars around it launch in the air, spinning, and dramatically explode on impact with the ground.
Must go write.