It’s kind of a hot mess outside the Cole abode. We don’t have too much accumulation (two-three inches, maybe), but it was another one of those perfect situations to make the roads treacherous, because it was moist and rainy before the cold, so there is a slickness underneath the snow, as well as whipping winds and a really cold temp, plus those little snowflakes that seem to always fall forever.
At any rate, Lily went out to potty early this morning, but because she absolutely loathes having cold feet (that’s how the shoulder injury happened, if you remember), she has started to go outside five times, walked out onto the porch, said screw that, and turned around and gone back inside. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore had to go out, grudgingly walked out into what she considers Antarctica, and was underneath the pine tree doing number two when the most awesome thing (for me) happened. The wind picked up, and a giant clump of snow was knocked off the pine tree branches, right smack onto Lily’s back as she was in her indelicate and uncomfortable #2 position. Mid-poo, she raced the length of the yard, ran around in circles as if she was under attack, squatted and finished her business after thirty seconds of frantically looking for the snowman who assaulted her, finished her business, and ran inside with a very wounded look on her face.
I was in hysterics. I still am. I hope this does not make me an awful person, but I did wipe down her tootsies and she’s on my lap underneath my bathrobe and on top of my pj’s.