Drunk Snowman

As Sara has already written about the house across the street from us has red Christmas lights that she never turns off, so it looks like we live in the Red Light District. Suddenly the thought of a red light district in the bible belt caught me as funny, but I'll move on right now.

To keep up with the neighbors I guess the house at the end of our street also had to decorate. Forget lights, no, they went with the large inflatable lawn decoration. I think it's a bear, maybe a snowman, I'm not sure, it's big, and white, and when I came home yesterday, passed out on the curb. It was a little flat, and it looked Christmas decor on skid row. So, we now have a passed out snowman down the street from the red light district. I live in such a great place.