Ok, before all my East coast peeps (dodging a bomb cyclone right now) start chunking snowballs my way – just hear me out. It snowed. In Houston. Houston, where temps hover around 100 degrees for months (yes months) on end during the summer. Houston, where the only snow I experienced growing up was a few flurries on the driveway before it all melted, leaving me to think snowmen were some fictitious character like a unicorn or dragon. But yes, it snowed in Houston and you better believe the hubs and I were dragging our kid out of bed at an ungodly hour to not only witness it, but he was gonna appreciate it, dadgummit! And he may or may not have looked just like Cousin Eddie from Christmas Vacation – we were in a hurry people ;).