Can you believe that this is the first snowman that Tegan and I have ever made?
That is what happens when you spend all of your formative years in a Deep South state. But we are rather proud of it. (I think the flower pot "fez" hat gives him a rather jaunty, exotic air.)
Ariel helped us roll up the snowballs (For some reason, I couldn't help but think of Peanuts during all of this.) The scarf is in honor of my dad.
After all of this was done, we had a rousing snowball fight. At one point, I took Ruth up to the deck to let her dry off a bit and to rest my arms. Tegan let loose a snowball that hit the window behind us and showered snow all over Ruth and myself. She swears she wasn't trying to do that but simply has terrible aim.
Yeah, right.
1 comment:
Funny, when I think of snowmen, I think of Calvin and Hobbes. Now, get back out there and make some of *those* snowmen.
Gerry
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