The snowman fell over, the melting snow made a dam on the front porch, trapping the rest of the melted snow, making a pond on the porch.
The temperatures dropped so fast that before I knew it, we had a skating rink on the porch. Linda got stuck halfway up the stairs and wouldn't move. Ever try to carry a mastiff up icy stairs?
Then I come in and hear that Punxy Phil said six more weeks of winter?