Yeah. That's how much snow we've had this season. And of those 25 inches, NONE of it is packable snowman snow. Luckily, Ben and I just hurl chunks of ice at each other in lieu of snowballs. Luckier still, my mom gave us this:
so we are able to make a snowman anyway. Well, more of a snow mound, but he looks mannish with his manly accessories:
Any snow is good for snow angels. Actually, that's a misleading caption-- Harry wasn't making an angel. He was just floundering. I ignored his calls for help (Hep! Hep!) and took a picture instead. Tis the season!