Come on, Houston. Enough of this weather craziness already. Real life shouldn't be like a Katy Perry song.
"You're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no......"
Yes, well if you're a resident of the greater Houston area you've been both hot and cold in a short 24-hour period.
Yesterday me and my mini-Infidels took our noble crotch-sniffing wonderdog, Reagan out into the balmy 80 degree day for a walk.
It was so freakin hot that some of us ended up diving into the neighborhood pool to cool off. Yeah, warm enough to go swimming in the middle of winter!
Not 12 hours later the temperatures dropped a mind-numbing (and butt-numbing) 50 degrees.
Are you rubbing your eyes because you think you must have read that wrong?
You didn't. The temps plummeted to the freezing point last night. It was accompanied by sleet and drizzling rain because apparently cold weather doesn't like to travel alone.
Sweating to shivering in the blink of an eye. Shorts and T-shirts to electric blankets and turtleneck sweaters. Sleeping on my own side of the bed with a fan to cool off to trying to curl up with Papi for some much-needed warmth in one crazy, mixed-up, discombobulated December day.
The drearily overcast and freezing cold day gave way to SNOW this afternoon.
SNOW in Houston! And not just a minute of light flurries either. It snowed big white chunks for over an hour.
I've seen mental illness up close and personal. And while I'm not a licensed mental health professional I think I'm qualified enough to diagnose Houston weather as having a severe onset of multiple personality disorder with a touch of schizophrenia thrown in there just so it would make a more convincing Lifetime movie event.
Maybe Sally Fields can add another award to her trophy case by taking on the starring role of an emotionally traumatized Houston weather system struggling to decide if it wants to be good or bad......hot or cold.....light or dark.
I wouldn't bother watching such a film. I'm LIVING it.