You Know What They Say…

Do you know what they say about the grass is always greener on the other side?  Or here’s another one – be careful what you wish for?  Yeah, I think I stepped four hooves right into this problem.  I wanted Spring.  Spring is here.  The weather is warmer than Winter… there’s a nice breeze outside… the birds are chirping… the grass is green.  What could be wrong you ask?

One word.

Yep, that six lettered dirty word – POLLEN.  In the south, it’s bad.  I mean really bad.  Today’s forecast:

Total Pollen Count for 4/11/2014: 4054

That’s really high.  That means everything is yellow… or like mom calls it pollinated.   The itchy, watery eyes.  The sneezing.  The can’t breathe because your throat is full of pollen.  And, you can taste it.  Really, you can.  Who wants to go outside and roll around in the grass with all of this out there?  Perhaps I should have been more specific with Mother Nature about Spring?  Daddy has to wear a mask outside when he ventures out.  Between us – he kind of looks like a human wearing a snout – snorts.  And snouts – I’m not going out in my magical backyard until this pollen goes away.  I don’t care how much the unicorn and bigfoot plead for to come play.

Do you have pollen?  Are you a sufferer?  They say it will last for a couple of weeks until everything ‘blooms’.  Until then, welcome to Sprinollen… yep that’s what I’m going to call it.

 

Snowmageddon Part II?

Help!  This is our outlook this week from the local weather peeps.  It’s not looking too good for us, really.  Yesterday, it was beautiful.  The temperature was in the 50’s and me and mom even went outside for a while.  Today starts a quick downward swirl into Snowmageddon Part II.  Shivers.

Help.  I can’t go through this again.  I’ve met snow.  Snow was not nice.  Snow was torturous for us here in Atlanta.  Perhaps everyone learned their lesson last time and we are all more prepared this time.  I really hope so.

We have to get over this 70% chance of snow/ice/sleet thingy quickly before Friday, Valentine’s Day.  Remember we have hot dates scheduled for the most romantic day of the year.

So friends, please start doing the go-away-Snowmageddon-repeat storm.  We don’t want you here.

 

Really? Could it Happen Here?

 I got this forecast for today off of dad’s iPad.  Do you see that funny looking thing below 10AM-2PM?  That little flurry looking thingy?  It’s called snow.  That’s right S.N.O.W.  *They* are saying that we are going to get snow today.  Here.  In Georgia.  In the South.

Perhaps my desire to meet snow up front and personal will come true.  I’m not sure.  I keep looking out the front door.  Nothing yet.  Not a flake.  Not a drop of rain.  Nothing.

The purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl, say it’s no big deal.  I’m sure it’s not for them.  I on the other hand, just wants to see it one time.  The cold.  The wet.  Taste the snowflakes – I’ll make sure they’re not yellow – snorts.  Just once to see the white stuff.

If this is all a big tease, I’m going to write a heated letter to *they*.  You know who you are.

I’m off now to do a snow dance.  I’m not sure what that calls for but I’m going to do something.  I’ll keep you posted my friends.  Wish me luck.