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It snowed. Man, it SNOWED. And it wasn't that cute fluffy powdery stuff that blows away the next day- nono, this was the chunky, sticky, macho snow that stuck together into iceballs of death and destruction. Clearly, it was time to build a snowman. I recruited my little sister, both for the extra hands and so that it would look natural to whoever was passing by. I mean, me building a snowman by myself would be slightly strange. With her around, I would look like a responsible older sister who graciously decided to help her little sister play in the snow (Plus, it might score me some sitting jobs, so win-win!). For the first two minutes, everything seemed to be going well. Then the snowball got bigger. And it got bigger. Eventually, when it got to about two and a half feet in diameter, we couldn't move it anymore due to back aches, armaches, stomachaces, you name it. I was slightly disappointed. I only wanted to make the biggest snowman in the world, goddamit! For obvious reasons, that didn't happen, but it still got to a fair size, almost as tall as me actually. We gave him Hershey's kisses for eyes and a traditional carrot for his nose, wrapped him snugly in a hat, scarf and gloves. And to celebrate Valentines day, we stuck a little note on him. Enter Haymish, the koala loving snowman.
eatingmonster · Fri Feb 14, 2014 @ 11:04pm · 0 Comments |
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