Is there something so wrong with me that when I make a simple typo when I type the word "snow," using the letter "t" in place of the letter "w," it makes me GOL (giggle out loud)?
Oh, sorry...back to the subject at hand.
We took several pictures of the snow that came Saturday. Sound Man and Kiddo had a blast being silly in the snow. Windi and Shadow couldn't have cared less about it, but Jonathan loved to sniff it, getting some of it up his nose in the process.
Look how big my dog is getting! He's looking more and more like a grown up Retriever. It makes me kind of sad. I mean, just seven short months ago this is what he looked like:
Oh, sorry. Again. Anyway, Sound Man and Kiddo got out in the front yard and built an awesome snowman.
Being the safety man that he is, of course Mr. Snowman Couldn't be a normal, scarf wearing, boring snowman. No, this dude is ready to jump in and help where needed. Sounds like someone else I know...But I digress. We had to give him a name. Sound Man said Safety Sam. Nah. Too cheesy. My choice, and my idea I might add, was Fluorescent Frosty. Sound Man loved it. And it's not cheesy AT ALL. Hee hee.
They were frozen popsicles by the time they were finished, but it was worth it. I love watching them do stuff together.
Sometime after it got dark, however, Mr. Frosty met his demise. We can't be sure it wasn't the wind, but Sound Man really thinks some punks knocked him over after our curtains were closed. I asked him why someone would do that and his reply was that their dads didn't build one with them when they were nine.
In spite of being sad Kiddo would be upset, that made me smile.
Oh, well, it's gonna be 60 in a couple of days. Mr. Frosty wouldn't have made it anyway.