Thursday, February 14, 2008

Denver Valentine

Yesterday it was sunny and 68F. While I was walking the dog by Cherry Creek, I saw two young hotties in skimpy tops and micro-shorts.

"Hmpf!" I said to myself--and Jenny, who was scampering about in the melting snow. "I bet this won't last."

Some would call me a cynic. But those would be people who live where the climate makes sense. Here where the Great Plains slam into the Rocky Mountains, I'm called a realist.

This morning I woke up to 24F and to 2 inches of snow, which is still gently falling. I rest my case.

Darling Husband is another realist (and clairvoyant). A headline in today's Denver Post reads, Dry-winter forecasts miss mark. The lede:
Dry-winter forecasts were flat wrong this year for much of Colorado and the Southwest, and weather experts say they're struggling to understand why the snow just keeps falling.
A couple of months ago, when DH read the forecast for a dry winter, he said, "Well, that's it! This is going to be a record year for snow."

"Why?" I asked.

"Last year, we got the first blizzard just days after the forecasters said it would be dry. So here we go."

My Valentine!


Eileen said...

I have this theory that the snow is in direct relation to the fact that I'm doing a lot of travel this winter. The travel gods are trying to smite me.

Eric Riback said...

And you are mine.

Reminds me of the song by The Bobs:

My husband was a weatherman
He was right all the time
He knew when there'd be snow in Toledo
And freezing rain in Niagara Falls

Oh he had a reputation
As the master of prognostication
But it wasn't just the weather that he'd know
Oh no

He'd let me know when we got up
Just how our day would go
This morning we'll have fun
And then in the afternoon
We'll have a little argument
But hey don't worry,
You'll win

I know when he'd tell me what would be
It was to save me from frustration
Darling lets eat out
Tonight you'll overcook that trout
I've phoned ahead for reservations

My life no longer seemed my own
He knew more about me than me
He'd say Honey not tonight
You won't climax, oh no
And we'd only have a fight

I could not take it any more
I packed my bags and at the door
I said I didn't want to know
How every minute of my life would go
I'll miss you but I'm going away
Goodbye my love

He said hey that's okay...

you'll be back.

Sustenance Scout said...

And to think we still have March to go! At least the sun's supposed to be out this weekend, woohoo! K.

Southern Writer said...

Lol, at first glance, I thought the headline said Dry-winter forecasts miss snark.

You make me miss Colorado. I remember that in Vail, it always snowed the first time on Halloween, and it usually stopped around the middle of May.

Carleen Brice said...

Definitely some weird weather. What's your DH's forecast for my launch party on the 26th? Please no snow!!