What in the world is going on here? As if the rona virus wasn’t enough. Now we have snow, ice and a blizzard. And I’m not talking about the kind you buy at Dairy Queen. Btw, those m&m blizzards are the bomb.
A blizzard in Texas? A temperature of seven degrees! In Texas?! Sweet Jesus, Mother Nature needs to put down her wacky tobacky that she’s been smokin’ and make all things right again.
I’ve about decided that her and Jesus felt like they needed to remind the human race that what they giveth, they could taketh. And they did just that. They wanted to show we humans that we needed to press the “reset” button. They wanted to remind us that material things are not important but family is. And that we needed to be good humans not only to our family but to our neighbors.
Okay Jesus, we hear ya and I hear ya. This pretend cowgirl down here in Texas hears ya.
No kidding y’all. Have you ever seen anything like what we have lived the last year and a half? This is like sitting thru a bad movie and not being allowed to eat m&m’s with your popcorn to ease the pain of it.
As for you Mother Nature… I’m about to poke you in your eyeball! Enough is enough. Each day that I am stuck in this house, with this bundt cake that I made Cowboy is one day too many. I do not do idle time well. I am not going to eat that cake.
I ate the cake. I ate the whole entire delicious bundt cake. And the crumbs.
There, I said it. Don’t judge.
COWBOY: (coming in from the freezing temperatures) How’s it going in here?
ME: Oh, just great. I’ve watched seven Netflix movies. And, I ate your cake.
COWBOY: You ate a piece of it?
ME: Nope. The whole thing.
COWBOY: You ate that entire cake? In one day?
ME: Well when you say it like that, it sounds really bad. But I’ve decided it wasn’t my fault.
COWBOY: Then who’s fault was it?
ME: It’s the curse’s fault.
COWBOY: What curse?
ME: The curse of Mother Nature since she made a mess of the weather. And I’m stuck inside.
COWBOY: The only curse that I can see is the one that keeps feeding your mouth.
ME: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.
‘Til next Sunday y’all- xo, Tammy