Melty men cometh

Last weekend I visited my friend I originally met during my period of dorm living 5 years ago or so. We have been good friends ever since. This january when she graduated from medical school she and her boyfriend moved to another city to start working as an MD. How grown up! She is now living with her boyfriend, who is actually also her fiancé, in a house on the country side. She is very grown up, and only one tiny year older than me. Scary. Anyway, as I was saying, I visited her and her fiancé last weekend with my sweet boyfriend. We had an excellent time together. We stayed there over the night, and played boardgames and hung out. There were plenty of snow all around their house, and we came up with the excellent idea of making snow men. The brilliant result is free to view in the picture above, one of the few proofs that this activity actually took place. Within 1 hour, the head had fallen off my friends snowman (the one on the very left), and the top snowman on her fiancé's mutated snowman had crashed (the one on the very right). Also my sweet boyfriend's snowman had fallen over, not surprisingly from the leaning state it was in already when it was recently finished in the picture (guess which one).

However! At the end of the day, one snowman was still standing. One, and only one. Mine! Moahahaha. I am the snowman champ! I had no idea about me possessing those talents. It was years ago since I made an attempt at snowman-building before. Then I was younger, and also most likely extremely less talented in the art of forming snow in solid ways.

But I guess I shouldn't brag with it too much. I am not so sure I acutally am that talented now anyway. Just a little more talented / lucky than the rest of the lot. My snowman was pathetically melted down and sad looking the morning after too. But look at them standing there. Proud and tall. And heavy, I tell you!

I love snow!! (that comment is about as swedish-being as it gets)