Sizzle Says

Last night my What Not To Wear watching was interrupted numerous times with emergency warnings about the thunder/lightning/hail storm that was occurring outside. I never saw the “dime sized” hail they promised but I did go out to check. A couple of times. I love a good storm. Unfortunately, poor Angelou the scaredy pooch, hates them. She was shaking for hours (after she peed twice on the floor). She hates storms and the Fourth of July.

Here she is outside this morning. There is still hail on the ground, it is THAT cold outside. Forgive me for sounding in awe but I live in the Cruz, this isn’t our typical weather.

In the front yard, the ice is packed along the walkway. The rooftops are white as if covered in snow. I feel like I have been transported to some other town. As if, as I slept in my wine slumber, my house with me and my pets was carted off to Tahoe.

I am hoping the sun comes out and melts the ice off my car before I have to take a chisel to it.