You wanna know what's fun?

Jumping face first into snow piles.

The 'True Texan' came out of me this afternoon when I took a long walk, and then became infatuated with a roll of pristinely monumental snow/sleet rolls.

They were so perfect.

I just couldn't help myself.

The head-first sensation of the ice smothering my face was more than refreshing. It made me giddy. I felt like a kid again.

Now I want a sno-cone.