I got a Sunday surprise yesterday when the predicted 1-3 inches of snow and freezing rain turned into a full-fledged snowstorm. It snowed, and kept snowing, and then snowed some more. I was happy and warm inside, watching my football team flounder in the snow (they finally got it figured out in the second half.) By the time it stopped I was looking out at a completely-unexpected 8 inches.
Later, after having shoveled the driveway, I mused to the Sensual Goddess that expecting 3 inches and getting 8 pretty much sums up her experience of meeting me.
Her laugh and eye roll told me that's exactly what she was thinking too.