It’s my first real day of Winter Break, and I . . . well . . . I went to work.

There. I said it. Lame, right?

The Dancin’ Eagles need some quality time with their competition routine, so I woke early this morning to see to it that the time was well-spent. I’m pretty sure they hate me now. Whatever.

On my way out the door, this little fellow greeted me:

Yep.

That’s a snowman. On my car. Who does these things?

I think that I have a little mischievous leprechaun stalker. That seems the most logical explanation.

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