We've had a few flurries here and there since I've moved to San Antonio, but no accumulation. They had been muttering the "F" word on the weather station all week - that's F for flurry.
The day came and that's ALL they talked about. Every commercial had a weather update. Snowmaggedon, Snowpocalypse, SnOMG, #AyDiosFrio were all over the news and internet. Texas actually shut down all major highways. Most didn't open here in San Antonio until around noon. This is what happens with the F word is muttered in South Texas. We just don't know how to deal.
John and I talked about staying up to watch the snow fall, but midnight turned into 1, 1 to 2 and all we had was freezing rain so we went to bed. We woke up that morning to this:
Yep. A whole 1/4 of an inch shut down highways and cities across Texas. Actually, it mainly had to do with the layer of ice that was underneath.
I hadn't been doing well pain wise so John actually wheeled me outside in one of the office chairs.
I really wanted to make a snow man, but our snow was more the consistency of shaved ice and wouldn't stick together. John did get a snow ball made and let me throw it at him.
We went out at 8 am, and that's also when it seemed the whole neighborhood came out to play in the snow too.
The dogs though, they were not amused by the snow in any way. They couldn't WAIT to get back inside.