It’s cloudy and cool in Dubai as I’m writing this. Of course by “cool” I only meant not disgustingly hot. You winter wonderland people would probably laugh – It was 20C (68F for you non-Metric folks) at 8:30 this morning. It’s almost 5 PM now and about 25C outside, with a lot of big clouds in the sky. This is the type of weather that makes Dubaians swoon and tweet (and blog) a lot.

The kind of weather we wish would last the whole year through. But if it does, it wouldn’t be Dubai anymore and there won’t be any oil. Coz you know, I heard a rumor that black gold that is oil is the result of extreme weather or something.

But don’t quote me on that.

Anyway, while we’re at it (talking about the weather), I’ll go all the way.

I hope you’re not allergic to boring.

My father in law called me this morning at 3am. Japan has a 5 hour time difference (they get sunrise first – land of the rising sun duh) and he was already up and about and most probably unstoppable at 8am.

Believe me, you don’t know my father in-law.

“Guess how many centimeters of snow we have outside right now?”

For the love of God, it’s 3 am. Centimeters of what!? I rubbed my eyes and sat upright because for some insane reason, I couldn’t talk on the phone when I am lying down – those little inexplainable mental things embedded in my DNA.

“We’ve been dumped 75 centimeters of (additional) snow! Can you hear that? Big fat snow falling from the sky!”

Dude, it’s 3 am. And I don’t really miss snow. I’ve been there, done that and don’t want to do anything with it other than photos.

“Uhm, otousan (dad)? I’m sorry but it’s 3 am, can I call you tomorrow if you have anything important to tell me? Sorry, really.”

“Oh no, no! No need to call. I just wanted to…”

blag

“Did you hear that!!?? Another big dump of snow from our roof to the side of the house! This snow storm is really huge.”

Duh, like it’s not like that EVERY year. My husband’s hometown receives the most snow fall in Japan and  isn’t popularly called “Snow Country” (Yuki Guni) for nothing.

I swear if he didn’t stop, the next sound he’ll hear would be the dial tone. I’m not mean, just really sleepy!

“Ok, Grace-san. Bye bye, give my regards to my son and to Pristine. Bye bye! I’ve got lots of snow shoveling to do!”

The husband was sleeping soundly on his side of the bed. HOW can men do that? You know, just sleep through EVERYTHING? I woke him up.

(Groaning like a suffocated frog) “Whaaaaat?”

“Dude, your father called.”

“Huh? Why? Where’s the phone?”

“It’s finished, he said goodbye already.”

“Then why did you wake me up? It’s 3 am!”

My point exactly.