Snowflakes and pancakes and whiskers on kittens...

I have seen snow about 4 times in my life. So every time it happens, its a big deal. I grew up in constantly sunny California, land of the perfect weather and neverchanging seasons. I recall offhand several Christmases where my family and I gathered outside on the patio, our plates full of Holiday food, enjoying the 70 degree "cool Christmas breeze", and opening presents in our flannel pajamas, while the air conditioner blasted. Now that I live in Texas, even after six years, the changing of the seasons never gets old. We actually get falling leaves in the Autumn, thunderstorms in Spring, and the occasional snowfall in Winter.. imagine that. It's wonderful.

Naturally when it started to snow last week, I wanted to play in it. And by play in it, I mean watch it from behind a safe warm window, enjoying a cup of coffee as the snowdrifts grow. So my wonderful boyfriend Daniel picked me up from my place after work to enjoy our snow-day, and took me out to Ihop for pancakes and records and movies and such^_^






After iHop we went to browse a record shop with a not-so-great selection. There were a few good ones, but they hardly ever change out their selection. Either way we were warm, and surrounded by music. Not a bad gig.


Wolfie, of course, was not interested in the snow in the least, even though we carried a generous handful upstairs for him to play in, (it was his first snowfall), he sniffed it un-appreciatively, and sauntered off to bury himself in Daniel's jacket.