We have a really, really long icicle hanging on our front porch. We've taken notice of it and Andrew and I have started having lengthy discussions about it, rooting for it, and yes...I admit I may have even talked to it a few times on my out to work in the morning: "Well, aren't you getting big!" Andrew was even harboring some secret bitterness at the couple living downstairs, because he thought they had broken it off at one point. It's all very silly how excited we are over this giant ice-spike of death (you would die instantly if it fell on you), but at least we haven't given it a name...yet.
But it keeps going...
and going...
...and going!
Andrew finally pulled out his measuring tape and went out in his socks last night (in 12 F) to satisfy our curiosity. We now officially anounce that this monstrosity of an icicle is currently 7 feet 6 inches long.
...and still going strong. We're hoping that it will reach the sidewalk making us the only house on the block whose front porch is held up by apillar of ice. We may just start accepting bets for it's final measurement...or maybe even start selling tickets for a view of the most exciting aspect of our lives at the moment. (All at a reasonable price, of course.)
3 comments:
I LOVE IT!! So cool, I was just looking at this business downtown today when I thought...hey I should take a picture of those amazing icicles haha!!
You're funny. That's pretty impressive.
Does family get free admission? Lol
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