If by some miracle, “a chance of snow” shows up on the local weather report, the city goes into crisis mode because of the impending snowflake. Schools shut down, businesses close and everyone runs to the stores to grocery shop for a hurricane. (That is the only weather related prep we know).
It snowed here Friday. But what happened next was even more shocking.
It kept snowing. For hours and hours and hours. The city. Lost. Its. Mind.
Soon, the obligatory snowmen started to pop up. We can’t be normal around here, so we dress our snowmen like LSU football players, hunters, bikers (oh, wait. that was us.) Everyone scurries to create a picture perfect moment because snowmen (unlike memories), don’t last long. It is usually 90 degrees the following morning so excitement always ends.
But not this time. Snowmen were still popping up yesterday. The snow was still stuck to the ground….. so our winter wonderland continued.
Today, I am enjoying a quiet Sunday morning. The city shows no signs that the Baton Rouge Blizzard of 2017 even occurred. Except….our snowmen haven’t left us. They are PROUDLY STANDING TALL. Everything else has melted, but the snowflakes are (pardon the pun) sticking together.
Childless women are the same way. We can be fragile…until you get us in a group…and then look out!
If you consider yourself childless, check out these resources. When we stick together, we are much stronger. And PROUDLY STAND TALL.
In Louisiana, anything with an “eaux” ending is pronounced “oh”….so Geaux Tigers is pronounced Go Tigers….and Let it sneax is Let it snow!