On Sunday afternoon, my husband and I took advantage of the previous evening’s snowfall and made a quick snowman. You can thank me for the fact that the snowman’s maleness was not made glaringly obvious. Let’s just say I balked at supplying more than one carrot.
I left for a couple of hours and when I came back, the snowman was leaning lazily against the wall. By the time we put out the trash in the evening, he looked as though he’d been shot. I don’t think there will be much left of him by tonight.
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