Ice, Ice Baby

I love bad weather days. The kind where you are actually encouraged by the weather man not to go anywhere. The kind where you can stay in your p.j.s all day with out guilt. They are few and far between in Texas, which makes them even more special.

We made some tortilla soup and a fire. The roses are from my sweet husband, "just because".

This is a picture of our street covered in ice. This is the view from my front door. I was still in my p.j.s of course, so I wasn't going to be getting a picture of my house. This house pictured was actually ours for 3 years, and then we moved across the street. We did it all for the yard.

Of course this weekend it is going to be in the mid 60's. It's enough to make you crazy.