Snowman Stories

Richmond has a cartoon up, which reminded me of a story.

When the Eldest Son was a senior in high school, he had an old truck that he was so proud of, having bought it himself. He and his friends cruised around constantly in it, being the football jocks that they were.

Imagine my horror one morning just before Christmas when I looked out the window to see an anatomically improbable snowman standing in the bed of the truck.

I have no idea how long it had been there.

Gives this a whole new meaning.