It snowed yesterday evening in Houston. It was the second time I've ever seen it snow in Houston, and this is my 17th winter in Houston. I called my wife from my car phone (I don't have a cell phone, just the free one-year OnStar service in my Saturn) to let her know as soon as I saw flakes drifting across my windshield. It wasn't much, but was was still pretty neat!
Needless to say, my daughters were very excited. Although the accumulation (dusting) was limited to the valleys of the roof of the house and a few pieces of patio equipment, it was still great fun for them to cavort outside in the lightly falling snow. [In my native Delaware, we have many words for snow. We would have called this kind of snow "flurries".]
Someone at work told me that day that snow was predicted for Houston that evening. Since I'm used to the "winter" weather forecasts down here to be a little alarmist, I pshawed him without thinking much about it. Not two hours later, I was driving through some falling snow. I will try to keep from pshawing prematurely in the future.