It started innocently enough...
My cousin emailed me a couple of Calvin & Hobbes strips the morning after a big New England snowstorm. Finding myself still unemployed and sick of sending out resumes, I was instantly inspired to go mess with my folks.
I hopped in the truck, made a quick pit stop for carrots, and set up shop at my parent's house while they were at work. I banged out the first 2 snowmen (Choker and Wiffle Bat), drinking most of my Dad's beer in the process, and got out of there before any police or concerned neighbors checked in. I left, giggling to myself, anxiously anticipating the angry phone call my Dad later that night. But it never came.
It wasn't until I went over for dinner a couple of days later that I found out that my Dad had blamed a couple of guys on the Fire Dept. for the whole thing! He was a bit pissed because no one would fess up and my mom, who can get pretty emotional to begin with, was still distraught over the horrible fate of the snow-victims!
Eventually it came out that I was the culprit and the Old Man had to apologize to the guys on the Department, saying how it was his idiot 30-year old son who had done it after all. My mom was less than excited about the revelation, as well.
On account of my parents bitter feelings over the affair, I returned later in the season for another round of snowmen, this time pinning a snowman with my Dad's truck and blocking my Mom's barbeque grill with another grouping. I did get a call that night!
Unfortunately, I did get a job, one that doesn't really allow for time off to build snowmen, so I haven't had the opportunity to build any new ones. I do have a whole catalog of ideas and a longer list of possible victims, though. I have a feeling that there will be some new additions at some point...
