A Boy and His Dog

The Matching Coats

So, after an 80 degree day on Wednesday, the weather in Texas turned a blistering 28 degrees yesterday. Here you can see Matthew, the mighty hunter, decked out in his insulated hunting overalls, hunting jacket, camoflauge boots and camoflauge gloves. Only crazy Texans go hunting when it's below freezing. Rusty is, well, just good ole Rusty.

Also, just for a side note.

Do you see that snow on the ground. Yes, look closely. Do you see that faint, white stuff dusting the edge of the sidewalk? When we were little, my brothers and I use to flip out with sheer excitement when we saw that on the ground.

"Snow! It's SNOWING!" we would scream at the top of our lungs as we scurried from window to window, checking to make sure it was real.

"Please, please, PRETTY PULEEZ can we have a snow day, Mom?" we would cry, on our knees begging. "Let us go out and play in the snow." (For those of you that don't know, homeschoolers rarely get snow/ice days off of school - for obvious reasons.)

Out of sheer pity that we thought this was real snow Mom would let us go out and play. A native Michigander, when my mother pictured snow, she imagined seven-foot snow drifts, hours of shovelling the driveway, and her little dog struggling to keep up with her as he leaped over the snow that rose above his head. How sad that her children got excited over making a snowball that was one-third snow, one-third dead grass, and one-third dirt. She wisely told us never to aim for the head/face when throwing our Texas snowballs.