It’s gotten a wee bit cold here in Louisiana. We even had a day off from school and work yesterday, all because we got a few snow flurries on Sunday.

Yep, you’d think 32 degrees was an arctic blizzard of epic proportions. Half the roads were closed, because we are never prepared for the possibility of icy roads. Why waste tax dollars on something that never happens anyway? That is…until it does…

Last year, when I was at a conference in New Orleans, the organizers decided to cut the event short because snow started to fall. The guest speakers from Iowa looked at all of us like we were out of our minds.

Trust me, you don’t want a bunch of native Louisianians on the road during a snowfall. Hence the whole day-off thing. Otherwise, calamity would ensue.

While our snow sissy-ness results in these rare but welcome days off, we do pay for it eventually in the form of four months with 100 degree/nearly 100 percent humidity weather.

But for now, I’m going to bask in the fact that I live in a place that shuts down an entire day for five minutes of snow…and stick my cold toes on my husband when he least expects it.

A girl’s got to have her fun somehow…