We decided maybe the snowman, like our neighbors, had celebrated Sunday’s Packers victory a little too enthusiastically. But by the next day, he looked even worse.

By Wednesday I decided he froze in midair while passing out:

Now that we’ve had more snow, he’s looking rather strange, and still hasn’t hit the ground:

Perhaps he’s dreaming that he’s on some tropical island doing the limbo……

First we had fog, then snow, then it got colder. The result was that everything got this cool frozen fuzzy look, as though Frozone had dropped by and left his mark. Looks awesome, but I’m still ready for spring to get here.