Brown slush

Nobody told me that snow could go this bad. Actually Jon Foy did. I still stand by snow, however, and my memories from yesterday are my evidence. Last night I spotted five more snowmen, and two police officers, a man and a woman, spinning around, laughing, and holding each other, giddily in love. Eddie, Nicoles friend who is staying with us for a couple of weeks, saw someone throw a snowball at the back of a police officers head in Old Town Square. The cop and his partner turned around, and the snowball fight of the century began. For my part, I tried to throw a snowball at a statue of Jesus Christ suffering on the cross on Charles Bridge. You cant fight City Hall though, and even though the statue was just a couple of feet away, I missed wildly. I took this to mean that I shouldnt be throwing snowballs at a defenseless Jesus.