Baby It's Cold Outside

This portrait of UM's fine Angus girls was taken the day after CGs refugeed back to warmer climes. Fleeing south just a few hours ahead of blizzard like migrating birds on methamphetamines, the CGs missed the high drama of this weather event. But the Angus girls are doing a fine job of color commentary: "Spring? We rather think not."

The CGs heard a great deal of mewling and puking about how this cold snap manifested itself in the People's Republic of Austin. It was miserable! exclaimed the Longhorns baseball fan. Not to diminish the discomfort of those Disch-Falk bleachers, but we think the cows' game was more likely to have been called on account of weather.

Cold at CGF can be a merciless affair, since the wind chill factor amplifies even a modest temperature change. Step outside and get a greater appreciation for Robert Scott and his stiff-upper lip pals at the South Pole. MC's favorite cold weather story involves a frozen water line at Uncle Sid's house. Pipeline was excavated; pipeline broke; pipeline had to be replaced, all in meat-locker conditions. It was a day-long affair. When Uncle Michael limped back to CGF, his concerned mother asked about the everyone's well-being. "It's so cold the snot's frozen on Sid's face," was the reply.

MC is thinking that maybe it was Not-Spring at CGF, what with the snow and all. Upon reflection, the cranky water system added up to a sort of Not-Break. In total, then, the CGs enjoyed a Not-Spring, Not-Break. Whatever. We'd do it again in a heartbeat.
--MC