|Posing with their work of art|
But this was not just any snowman. Nope, this was a Chuck Christman special.It was a snowoman. And she had a snow rack. Yes, ladies and gentlemen: snowboobs.
|Really, children?! Those are NOT sno-cones.|
And apparently, Ms. Snowlady is a smoker too. Classy, Gramps.
I heard that at one point there was a request made by the youngest contributor to the snow sculpture: to use dog turds as the eyes, nose & mouth. Thankfully, Grandma intervened, and they opted instead for some lava rocks from the rock bed...
|It's like having a Vegas showgirl right in the backyard.|
What a difference a week makes! We awoke to nearly 50-degree temps today, with a high of nearly 75... SO unusual for this time of year around here! My floppy, out-of-shape, glowing-white winter legs got a heck of a workout with all the bike rides to the park we've taken these last warm nights. We spent the majority of the day outside today, and plan to do the same tomorrow -- we'll take what we can get because you never know when it'll be snowing again.
|7 days later... perfectly comfy with no coats, and even SWEATING on this beautiful 75 degree day! In MARCH!|
Dare I say it? "HAPPY SPRING!!!"