So I’m on my way out of the house to pick up Lola, the girls are strapped into their respective rocket chairs and all seems well. I pull away from the house and admire the masterpiece that is Bob, our snowman.
We all worked very hard yesterday to make the best looking snowman in the neighbourhood, I sculpted the head so that Bob looked pretty human and the kids helped with the arms and legs. Around here three balls of snow just doesn’t cut it. We had a blast doing it.
So we pick up the mommy from school and after dropping off the boys lunches I drop Lola off at home before I take the girls to the sitters.
I’d been gone all of twenty five minutes and in that brief period of time some low life, homicidal (or should I say snowicidal), snot nosed little cretin has decided to murder Bob.
THEY GOT BOB! THE BASTARDS!!!
His head was fucking gone, well… almost. The back of his skull was lying next to the body but his face, ears, and big assed smiling face was gone.
Not only did they murder him but they took the masterpiece that was his head as a fucking trophy!
This is war my friends. My daughter was very upset that someone had hurt our snowman and that shit doesn’t fly around here. Whoever this pus filled excuse for a human being is they will know my wrath.
Now I’m torn, should I just leave him as is but add some red food colouring to the stump where his head was attached and splatter a little more around what remains of his head? Halloween is coming…
Or should I rebuild him? I have the technology to do it and this would let whatever little prick that killed him know that we will not be beaten.
Of course I’ll have to do what I should have done yesterday, and that would be to spray Bob2 with water so that he becomes hard as a rock. Then, when the little killer or killers return they’ll break their freaking hands on him when they will undoubtedly try to take another trophy.
And if I catch them I will introduce them to the special yellow snow I have in the backyard. Can you say “facewash”?
You just don’t mess with the happiness of my little girl and get away with it.