Let's face it, North Texans are hard to please when it comes to weather conditions. When it's hot, it's too hot. When it's cold, it's too cold. It seems like we just can't ever stop complaining about good ol' Mother Nature.
But if there's one thing we can count on, it's the unpredictability of Dallas-Fort Worth weather. And there's logic to this: The region is a constant battleground between cold, dry air systems coming from the north and warm, moist air systems from the south, and sometimes they collide unleashing a fury from the sky, whether it be rain, tornadoes, hail or even snow -- I mean ice.
So next time you're baffled by one of the following weather-related improbabilities, remember everyone in North Texas is thinking the same thing.
When you're wearing flip-flops in January.
But then the next week, it actually feels like winter.
February comes and the gods cover the roads in unmanageable ice.
And the whole country, especially the North, laughs because Texas can't get it together. It's just some ice, man!
But with March comes spring, a.k.a. perfect weather!
For two weeks ...
Then in come the tornadoes that have everybody like:
Sometimes it just rains endlessly.
Then BOOM! Like a light switch it's summer, which is fun at first.
It's that magical time of year when your office is frigid and the cost to cool your house goes through the roof.
But the moment you walk outside, it feels like you entered Satan's lair.
A few weeks in, you give up on being outdoorsy. You'd rather hide in the air conditioning.
But then July's energy bill comes and it's time to deal with it or go broke.
All you want is a body of water -- a pool, a lake, a shower, anything!
Suddenly, the heat exhaustion wears off and it's a refreshing 95 degrees ... in September.
And October ...
Halloween is a gamble; could be warm, could be freezing.
It's always a blessing when autumn decides to finally show up circa November. And the weather is perfect!
For two weeks ...
Then BOOM! Like a light switch, it's December. And it feels like it.
That is, until you find yourself in flip-flops ... in January.