Wanna White Christmas? Move to New Orleans

I moved here to avoid cold. Just for the record.

So imagine my surprise when I woke up and didn’t bother looking outside or watching the news for weather, and finding this:

That is my car, from my front door

That is my car, from my front door

The funny thing that is that I woke up this morning and got all the way ready to go and walk out the door but then thought, as I looked down at my open-toed heels, that maybe open-toed wasn’t quite the way to go, since, you know, it might still be wet from yesterday.

Geez, good thing I changed!

Who says that palm trees are tropical?

Who says that palm trees are tropical?

Naturally, once I arrived at work, some of us walked out to the baseball field to take pictures. I couldn’t really feel my fingers at this point so I snapped and ran. Well, walked, since I was in heels and didn’t want to sleep on the snow.

Yep, we play baseball on here

Yep, we play baseball on here

Props to Anne, Patrick and Tommy for their snowman efforts. This is a seriously snowman. Not just a “3-inch, pile up every ounce of snow you can find to attempt to make a snowman” snowman, but this guy is legit!

This snowman is actually about my height

This snowman is actually about my height

I invite others to send me their snow pics and I will post them on the blog later. Bean, this means you.

2 thoughts on “Wanna White Christmas? Move to New Orleans

  1. One set of footprints in the snow? Looks like Jesus watched the news, freaked out and evacuated on you.

    I am currently drying my gloves with your space heater. Travis and I went on the roof to be snow-ball snipers.

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