We didn’t have a white Christmas and it doesn’t look like there’ll be snow anytime soon either. I don’t mean the measly slush that appeared this morning. The type that disappears in the morning sunshine by the time you’ve woken up and the only evidence of its arrival is the few patches left on the roofs of cars. I mean good, fluffy, inches deep snow. I mean snow that lets you have snowball fights. Snow that you can build a snowman with that you dress in a beret and call Claude and later paint him pink. Now that’s what I call snow. Has your town been stealing our snow supply?
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not guilty. 70 degrees and sunny here
A couple things on my mind… How do you paint a snowman pink? Who indulges in this fairy-esque behavior? and where are the snow-women?
You dilute some poster paint and pour over said snowman, preferably at 2 in the morning. Many people indulge in this, including myself and family. Our pink snowman doesn’t like snow-women.
I admit it. I’m guilty. I stole all of it – infact, for the next 2 days as well.
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