Friday, December 19, 2008

Dreaming of a White Christmas?

I wasn't. Honest. I just woke up and saw it.

It wasn't too bad, though, because I was still able to ride my bike to school and wasn't cold in shorts today. Our trusty Whittier Blvd thermometer read 39 degrees as I went to school.

Yesterday we had trouble getting the car doors open, and I could hear the ice crack on the car roof as Mom poured the hot water on it.


  1. Tell you mom to be careful with that hot water. You might need an ice scraper.

    You might need some warmer clothes too: