Titched, Titched in the Head

I know everyone is sick and tired of winter. No one wants to see any more white stuff or face any more cold, icy mornings. We're done with skating, sledding, skiing, and practically every other "s" word you can come up with, except snowman. We aren't done with snowman quite yet...

Yes, I am a little off kilter, a little un- balanced. Titched in the head, you might say, but it is the end of a long, cold winter and I am still smiling. I could be tearing my hair out or picking nits off the carpet... Perhaps a snowman building fetish is mild compared to what could be. Who knows? I might not build another snowman for months! Maybe even years!!!

My Darling had gone outside. I'm not sure what he was doing but I thought he wanted me to follow him, so I did. I threw a snowball or two at him as he worked to fix my rear windshield wiper. I secretly prayed the snowball would NOT find its way down the back of his neck. He tossed some more snow at me and as he ran for the house and I got him again. This time it went down his back. Oops. Thankfully he was kind and did not seek revenge.

I guess My Darling is not into building snowmen because after he went inside he did not return. That is really quite sad because snowmen are such happy, friendly fellas.