Say it with me....PFFT! I have once again fallen victim to the weathermen's promise of snow. So strong is my desire for the white stuff that I was willing to believe their original forecast. Even when the hype for this latest storm started on Friday, the system that was going to bring 'significant accumulation' hadn't formed and was still over the state of Texas, I just knew this time they were right. Their reports were that convincing.
Just to make sure, even though the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the dogs did a little snow dance.
|~Toby doing a snow-dance~|
And Todd dug a couple of holes. Okay, maybe that's not part of the snow-dance ritual, but I guess he figured, 'why not?'
In the end, we were gypped again. Maybe next time the dogs, and especially Mother Nature and the weathermen, will get it right. But when 3 things intersect, isn't that like the Bermuda Triangle?
Speaking of the Bermuda Triangle, the blue squeaky ball from yesterday's post that brought Todd hours and hours of fun and enjoyment, disappeared under mysterious circumstances. If you see it, don't worry about returning it. Please keep it, I know you'll give it a good home.