It’s no mystery around these parts that we’re IMMENSELY tired of winter. This morning, it’s 1 degree F. With the wind chill, it’s nearly -10 degrees F. And I have to walk to work. Fun times.
Anyway, Heidi took Anna to school this morning and, upon her arrival back she said “There’s a snow penis on blahblahblah Avenue.” I did a bit of a double take a said “What did you say?” She replied, “There’s a snow penis on blahblahblah Avenue. You can see it from 13th Street. It’s in front of someone’s door, almost as if whoever did it was mad at the other person.”
This I gotta see, even though I was certain there was a more logical explanation.
I rush through my shower so that I can drive out to the scene of the crime. This is what I found. (house number purposely hidden to protect the innocent.)
If that is not a snow penis, I don’t know what it is.
Wow. What a way to start the day. Although I’m sure it’s nothing compared the shock the people living in that house will start their day with.
Things like this make my inner 12 year old boy laugh with great delight.
Let’s see it again, just for fun.