Just another day in paradise
That cold front that Chris sent down to us got here, and mama it was cold…..for at least 12 hours. Sunday morning it was some God awful temperature, like 38 degrees.
The palm trees were all “what’s up with this?”
Bill decided that, of all days, he was needing to get outside or he would go crazy from being cooped up for almost 12 hours (now you know why we could never ever live where that white stuff likes to hang out…I would kill him) So, we went to the beach.
We found that animals had literally frozen mid-step.**
The kids decided to take off their shoes and run in the water. Chris’ norther blew all the water in the Gulf of Mexico down to Kathy in the Yucatan, so it was very shallow.
By then it had warmed up to around 40, so Quinn only got about 3 shades of blue instead of 10.
Note that he is the one in SHORTS (and yes, he does have at least one pair of long pants). We had to get him back into the truck and blast him with the heater, while the rest of us (Cory) died because “the heat is killing us (Cory) Quinn, hurry up and get warm for crying out loud”.
Today things are somewhat back to normal, with the temperature almost at 60 as I type this.
We have become so acclimated to the warmth here, that we can now officially be labeled as Barbies when it comes to chilly weather.
Spoilt, rotten, coastal Barbies.
**no large-ass birds were harmed in the making of this post. He thawed and then ate a fish, and it was good.