I looked out the back door at the deck and Brian had built a snowman. It was perfect snowman snow, so I don't blame him. Before too long he had been all dressed up and was ready for action.
Scott grabbed a couple of mismatched paddle halves from the basement and Werner the Snowman was born.
Werner the Snowman died an hour and a half later. His remains dripped through the deck and got the UPS Man all wet.
P.S. Neither Werner nor Kokatat nor Extrasport was compensated for this blatent attempt at subliminal advertising.