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Driving around, you must have noticed those inflatable lawn decorations of a snowman inside a giant bubble.
What would happen if the snowman was let out of the bubble? Would he be like David Vetter and die from having no immune system? Oh wait, they don't have an immune system to begin with. They're made of snow.
Every Tuesday at work this month, we're showing an animated holiday movie during lunch for the employees. This week was Frosty the Snowman.
In case you're unfamiliar with this classic, it's about a magical hat that brings to life a snowman. I love old movies because there's so many things you can critique.
For instance, when Santa and Frosty drop off this little girl at her house, they leave her on the roof instead of, say, helping her into her warm bedroom. It's minus 10 degrees, Santa. I thought you knew better than that.
I've noticed there haven't been as many snowmen this year. You walk the block and all you see are those white reindeer that light up. It's sort of eerie.
I did notice the snow plow as they blocked everybody in on my street. They came at night, so those of you who shoveled your driveway that morning, you were in for a surprise when you got home! I pulled around the corner, revved up my engine and tried jumping the mound of snow that was keeping me from my driveway. The snow won.
Mr. Big took the snow shovel and regular shovel to the restaurant to dig out their cars, so I began digging with my ice scraper. I looked pretty primitive. My neighbors, the sweetest people on earth, offered me their shovel, then came out with their snow blower and smoothed out my driveway. They are so getting more than cookies from us this year.
My brother-in-law came over to help tow me out with his truck. As he stepped out of his car, he pulled out an uber shovel that was the size of three normal ones. Strapping a huge rope to my bumper, I was finally free! It's great to know people with big cars.
For payment I gave him my dinner, which was Kalbi (beef ribs) from Mr. Big's restaurant. He had made me a plate right before I went home and got stuck. "You deserve this," I joked.