We got out this a.m. and built a snowman before our 2-3 inches melted away. Thankfully, I have young neighbors anxious to do the deed – something we don’t get to do but once in a blue moon.
I provided a bowl of cranberries for his mouth, and the hat. I figure if it blows away, so be it – never wore it anyway. All the frolicking in the snow reminded me of 1964 – or was it ‘63 when we got a major snow in my hometown of West Point. There was a snowman in every yard in my neighborhood.
I took this opportunity to wear my new knock-off UGS. Well, let me tell you, I should have paid the extra $30 for the real thing. These things are like walking on glass smudged with vaseline. They should be called THUGS. I couldn’t stand up because my feet just slid apart and a 50-something woman should never have to do the splits.
After slipping down twice, I had to supervise the rest of the snowman construction, my favorite thing to do.