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Ayatollah Snowmani

Most days like today would hardly warrant one post, let alone two, but to quote a certain cancer-fighting Billboard-rocking artist and lead singer of Jack's Mannequin, "Today was a day unlike any other..."

Despite common misconceptions perpetuated thanks to movies like The Holiday and Love Actually, Britain and the UK are rather light in the snow department. One taxi driver went so far as to dash our hopes with words like "two centimeters" and "February" and "melt the next day".
Just about an hour ago, however, screams from upstairs usually reserved for curling iron burns or poking one's eye with a wand of mascara were curdled for another, even more worthy cause.
Snow is to Midwesterners in the winter what crack is to crackheads on a daily basis. It is the essence of existence. Whether you like it or not, Snow is a part of life. Without it, it's not winter. Personally, I hate winter. It's cold, sloppy, slushy and overwhelmingly depressing. However, my Midwestern roots require a certain reverence and acceptance tied to its arrival every year, and with it, Snow.

Because Christmas was a little lacking this year, the sight of snowflakes the size of quarters (OK, fifty pence) was completely unexpected and beyond therapeutic. Amid screams and giddy frolics through the street, we had snowball fights, Kate did a snow angel next to an alarmed Ford, and we built a snowman.
His name? In honor of Islam, finals, and snow..... The Ayatollah Snowmani (posing here with me in a quasi-Senior picture moment)...
.....keep in mind, we're looking at about .5 inches (1cm) of snow at this point, so our efforts and the actual final product may not exactly coincide.....
*this photo was taken this morning, the temperature not conducive to Snowman survival. All of our ground cover is gone, and everyone's back to a depressed state. Note the snowman's nose, A Real Carrot, lying next to him.

posted by Kevin @ 12:16 AM