The flash caught the white and makes him look startled. Either that or he saw the box I plan on shipping him in. So far, during his short life in my sewing room, he has had free range. He perches on my antique sewing machine in front of the window and watches the squirrels play outside. This has been one truly spoiled snowman. Before he leaves my home for Helen's, I believe I need to give him a nose job. Either way, I promised him I would give him a few air holes and a good book to read on his trip. I christened him Herby (in honor of the Nebraska Football Team's masket) then learned they lost today. Drats!
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