The Iceman cometh.

Look at that face! How could you not love a face like that. Serene, a little mysterious and a sweet smile made of a little hank of yellow rope. The vacant expression indicates that he's the kind of guy who won't be giving you any trash talk. But, most important, this man is cold. Ice cold. The kind of man you wanna throw your arms around when the heat of middle-age starts to flash. When you start to glow, from the inside out, this is the man you need next to you.




Lest the children worry while their father is away, Frosty is just a temporary escort. Tall, pale and, well, not handsome, but adequately chilled. Plus, he's sporting a hat. Don't you just love a man who's not afraid to wear a top hat. He's well read, like other men you love: look! He's close to the Wall Street Journal and New York Times. He's secure enough in his masculinity that he can wear a flowered boa and a touch of pink tulle as he heads into Ace Hardware. Yes, you can use him. Use him up. The nuclear heat that you're generating at random moments may render him a puddle of water by the end of the night, but he looks like he's got untapped reserves. Just look at the size of him. 8 feet of solid ice shavings!



Besides, he bears an uncanny resemblance to your missing Husband who is warming his old bones in the desert heat of Southern California. Heat, you don't need right now. Bask in the icy glow of SnowMan and welcome back the Man in your Life come springtime.

Listening to: "Snowed in" Albert Collins from the Frostbite Album
Enjoying: Lemon-Lime Sorbet