April 13, 2007
Because nothing says Spring like an ice storm which will kill all the plants that had been tricked into blooming.
Yesterday we had hail, freezing rain, and wind. My driveway was covered with several inches of ice. If I had ice skates, and the desire to be pelted by hail and occasional falling tree limbs, I could have skated on my driveway.
Today it has warmed slightly. My thermometer says it is 36 degrees outside. Positively balmy, huh? But with the increased warmth and the increased wind, large chunks of ice are falling from the trees. Some small tree branches are coming down along with the ice.
6 yr old: “Do you think someone could be killed by the falling ice?”
Me: “Probably. It’s like frozen daggers falling from the sky.”
6 yr old: “Cooooool!!!”
Also, nothing says spring like baseball season.
In fact, nothing says spring to me like standing outside in frigid temperatures watching baseball.
Last night Rob came home with assorted baseball paraphernalia that the boys needed. Baseball socks, belts, batting gloves, regular glove, and cups. And I am not talking about the kind you drink from.
I picked up two packages of the cups and held them in front of my boobs.
“Do girls buy two of these?” I asked.
My eleven year old shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. Because at 11, he is soooo mature and I am not.
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