I guess you've already heard...it snowed in Austin, TX. Rare. Which is good for me because I do not like cold weather. I think there must be too many millions of years of Irish genes in me. The culmination of centuries of poverty stricken folks freezing their asses off maybe. I like it warm...hot really.Apparently so does Shirley. I'm not sure if she's an Irish chicken or not. (Perhaps I should change her name to Fiona?) Anyway, after playing in the snow for hours (long, long minutes) and pretending that I liked it (I am a good mama, you know), I left the boys at the park and sneaked (snuck?) back home. Someone left the back door open and Shirley knew a good thing when she saw it. I let her poke around for a bit before shooing her back out. I would have let her stay in, but I knew she'd be pooping up a storm before long. I bet she's still talking about it to the other girls.