On Saturday night a light snow fell near Havana, Florida. I looked out the window and told Studly Doright that I saw white flakes fluttering on the breeze, but he was too busy polishing his golf clubs to get up and look for himself. He didn’t see snow; ergo, it did not snow.
When he returned home from playing golf on Sunday afternoon his first words were, “Hey, did you know it snowed here last night?”
I swear, one of these days that man is going to wish he’d paid attention to me!
The best thing about Florida living is that cold snaps are invariably followed by warm, sunny days.
And that’s just the way we like it.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 