Ice Balls Cripple San Antonio Yet Again

I'm at the point that I think I've seen and heard everything in life. Just let me fucking die already. This morning I was up before dawn as usual. It was cold as hell and something white was falling outside. All the weathermen on TV were like "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" So the school systems were either canceling school or calling a two hour delay. Yes, yes they did, and all because of this.

This is supposed to be from some sort of  ice storm we had in the early hours around 5 AM. I took these pictures this morning at 10:30 in my garden. As you can see the ice pellets are still fully formed and just as "scary" as they were at 5 AM when they first fell. They look like the white crap you would find in a bean bag chair. There is nothing on the streets. They're dry as a bone, I kid you not. I swear the people in the South just lose their fucking teeny tiny minds when something white falls from the sky.

Don't even get me started on their driving skills in this shit. Most of I-35 was shut down because of stupid drivers. The 1604 in San Antonio was a fucking mess! I should go driving during this weather and turn 360's just to fuck with them. I grew up in this shit in El Paso. I learned to drive in real snow and ice storms. I just love how it can cripple a small city like this.

LOOK!!!

I got my garden crack in the mail.

YAY!!!

I know, I know. I usually post a joke or funny picture on Funny Friday. But I just had to share my wondrous bounty of garden crack with y'all this morning. David calls it garden porn. I thought about it and he was right.

The pictures are all set up to look so lush and perky. Some are probably photo shopped like crazy to cover imperfections in leaves and flower petals. And in some catalogs they draw garden arrangements! My gracious me! Meh. Like I care.

Anywho, I got these catalogs all in the mail yesterday evening and only got through half of them. I'll be busy most of the day running errands and I need to get my car washed because it got mudded in the last rain we had on Tuesday. 

But this evening I'll be salivating over the different things I want for my garden, knowing all too well they are out of my growing zone. I need to remember to bring a hand towel with me into the bedroom to wipe the drool. And a pen. I need a pen to mark what I want.