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End Times

March 23, 2006 at 10:59 AM

Equinox finally brought the temperatures above freezing the past two days, and no sooner had the ice in the streets begun to slush into potholes, the snowmen were out picketing against the onslaught of spring. A dozen of them stood on the side of the highway, their brightly colored signs fluttering protests to the passing traffic: “Say NO to SPRING!” “THE END IS NEAR!” “The PLOWS are HERE!”

Their sentiments, no doubt, are vastly in the minority, as protesters usually are. Likewise, all their efforts will not change the tide of meltage that is to come. I have forseen it; I saw fate stamped on their gaunt figures and drooping heads. It’s inevitable. It will be done. Let the breakup begin!

Meanwhile, the local Fred Meyer store put its bin of $1.99 stretch-gloves back in storage and brought out the flip flops and sunscreen. I think I'll buy a pair while they’re on sale. Who’s antsy for spring around here, anyway?

WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGE

Reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes! LOL!
I bet you put your students up to this! :)
Haha, someone has a lot of time on their hands! It's funny, though. I agree, Calvin and Hobbes!
Hey Emily!

It was all I could do to stay on the road yesterday.

However, I do think that Mr. Webster has just a little too much time on his hands!

Mellisa

Ha, no, my students didn't do that. This particular corner on the highway has done something strange every winter. Last year, they stuck a hose over a bush and made a huge ice lump, dyed blue and red. The year before, they stuck a large sign on top of their house that said "UFO's WELCOME!"

These guys were a little more crude than the C&H snowmen.

HILARIOUS pics! Thanks for sharing.
My life story.
I love it!!! Those pictures made me laugh.
UPDATE:

I returned to the location of the protesters, only to view their scattered remains on the berm. They were the victims, not of the sun, but of the blades of a hapless snow plow.

...serves them right. I was guessing that the dirty work had been done by Evil Linda's apprentice.
*cough* We have alibis. Don't we, Caeli?