I punched a new snowman in the mouth this afternoon -- sent his carrot nose and charcoal eyes flying, knocked one of his stick arms askew. Then kicked him in his snow groin for good measure. I just didn't like the way the smug bastard was eyeing me. It's one thing for a mid-January snowman to have a little attitude, but late-February ones ought not to be so uppity, especially given their life expectancy.