I'm pretty sure this saying is supposed to apply to the month of February. This year, in this part of the world. February pounced on us with its giant lion paws, and then laughed gleefully. This year, it was more like In like a lion, out like an enormous grizzly bear. Oy vey.
I'm well aware how pathetic it is to complain about temperatures in the 30s and 40s (-1° to 10° Celsius), but this is Texas and frankly no one else is aware of that fact. So while I'm trying to grit my teeth and remind myself that 30°F (-1° Celsius) is really good for this time of year, it's all too easy to start whining. But at least we're getting that lovely grey winter weather. Precipitation and all that good stuff.
In the midst of all this winter, I'm on spring break. Oh, the pink fluffy irony. While washing dishes on Friday I started mumbling to myself about juggling, and this happened:
