Last night, I got my wish.  It iced and iced and iced (OK, for Texas) and this morning at 6:15 I woke up a glittering ice-land.  I was so excited.  I stood by the sliding glass door and wiggled internally with excitement.

Just then, Joey’s phone beeped three times.  (Read: he received a text message.)  I heard him yell “YES!” from the bedroom, so I went to go check it out.

“DTS is cancelled today.” He said, then almost immediately fell back asleep, even though in all the excitement Henry had jumped up on the bed (which he usually doesn’t do – he hates sleeping on the bed, which is fine with me) and had curled up where Joey’s legs were supposed to go, thereby short-sheeting poor Joey.

I did not fall back asleep. I was too excited about the ice.

So after an hour or so I finally got up, emptied the dishwasher and folded some blankets we had been using to keep ourselves warm last night.  It is amazing and shocking how quickly we are adjusting to the “OH MY GOSH IT IS SO COLD OUTSIDE” thing.  We were wrapped up like burritos for the whole evening, except when we were eating the Sloppy Joe’s I made for dinner. (I told Joey they were his special food since he kind of is a sloppy Joe, but not TOO sloppy.)

Where was I?

Oh yeah, commuting.

So ten minutes before I wanted to leave, Joey announced that he would be driving me.

“I want to make sure you get there safe,” he said.

I argued for about 2 minutes, then gave in and said “OKfine, you can take me” because I really didn’t want to drive on the ice.  But I also didn’t want him to have to drive both ways on the ice.

Joey seemed pleased with himself over his victory, and he bundled himself up in his Columbia, hat and gloves and went outside to scrape the car, which was glazed in a thickish layer of ice.

Twenty minutes later, he had the car scraped, warmed and we were on our way.  The roads were hazardous.  It took thirty five minutes to make a fifteen minute drive, and we had several near-miss sightings.  (Fortunately none of them involved us.)

Joey’s home now, but the drive back took him almost twice as long because a DART bus slid sideways somehow and blocked our street, so he had to go all the way around.

I didn’t get to make my ice ball (I was too focused on not wiping out in the heels I was wearing) but I did squish an icy leaf, which was almost as fun.

Ahhh, I love the winter weather.

Rumor has it that it’ll be in the 60′s this weekend.  LAME.