December?

It's not supposed to be warm in December. On Friday, the boys and I played outside in the abnormally balmy 66 degree weather. I had all the windows and doors open, and turned the house heat off. It's been warm for a while too. All week, really. The average for this time of year is 42 degrees, but I remember it being cooler than that most of the time. By this time (at least) we normally would have had a couple inches of snow.

The warm weather allowed me to clean off the side porch before the snow, ice, and rock salt comes. (Look closely- the window is crooked)

Later in the day, we received many warnings of another flash flood, winds up to 50mph, and possible tornado activity (not normal around here). I prepared the best I could: flashlights, candles, gas-powered sump pump, overnight bag, unplugged all expensive electronics. I was ready. Fortunately, the storm blew over in barely a moment.

The kids ate pizza through the whole thing, yelling for Santa to "hold on!" while I took pictures of the oddness between the approaching thunder storm and Christmas lights. I should feel lucky, but in reality, I feel a bit ripped off. Where's my fire and brimstone?

Today, we have been brought out of our odd weather, and back to the very normal, all-too-average, 40 degree predicted weather. Everything is right again in the world.