Saturday night after work, we headed to Dallas to show Paul's dad the new apartment and take more boxes. Our heater has not been working, so we called them for the third time on Friday to make sure it would be fixed for the blizzard, but of course it was not fixed in time, so we spent the most miserable night of all time at our new place. We felt bad for leaving Baby for the night, but later felt envious that he was livin' it up in the warmth of the old place. When the office opened Sunday afternoon we were prepared to pull out our mean eyes, but they called someone who came over within twenty minutes, and fixed it in about ten. How hard was that? Ugh. I definitely had to grab some coffee from the office for warmth more than a pick-me-up. The rest of the day was quite pleasant for all of us. We braved the snowy streets for some good food from the local "Taco King" where the menu is all in Spanish, but the pictures look good...and it was. We thought a couple of small burritos for each of us would be perfect, but were surprised to see that the small are actually about the size of Chipotle's burritos. I can't even imagine what grande might look like. Paul's dad left early this morning- we had a great time, and can't wait to see you for Paul's graduation in May!
I have a story that is "like yours, only worse." My friends and I had been planning a camping trip for a month, and the campsite had already been paid for. As the trip was approaching, we were getting more and more excited. Then, less than a week to go, the weatherman predicted an arctic cold front to come through. For those of you that know me, I can be a tad stubborn. I had already paid for the weekend, and raised my giddiness level to that of a school boy. There was no way I was letting a little bit of cold weather get in my way. Oh, and did I mention, there was a burn ban going on, so no campfires. It got down to the 20s at night. It was colder than...well, we all know that saying about the witch. It was a miracle I didn't turn into an Altonsicle. The next night I was sure to bundle up enough to be comfortable camping at the south pole. THAT, was the most miserable night of all time. :-) Love ya.
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