I’m particularly fond of the traffic cone next to the house, and the satellite antenna above it. I mean, as they were photo-bombing her and Mr. Floaty Head in, why not at least remove the satellite antenna?
And don’t get me started on the pen name. Really? Icy Snow? Jeeze.
At least they are united by their mutual immunity to gravity.
Icy Snow… really… I guess her sisters are Really Cold Ice and Frozen Hail?
Must be a love story set in Futurama, so a severed head is all that fellow is.
I’d vote for Nixon’s head in a jar, mounted on a robot body.
The house may be looking at her, but it is thinking of him.
I’m particularly fond of the traffic cone next to the house, and the satellite antenna above it. I mean, as they were photo-bombing her and Mr. Floaty Head in, why not at least remove the satellite antenna?
And don’t get me started on the pen name. Really? Icy Snow? Jeeze.
Mayhaps the satellite antenna is the true love interest of this story. Why not? There’s already floating heads, why not a lovestruck antenna?
Love is silent (but deadly?) So’s something else! 🙂
Oh, and great om-nom-de-plume, too. [snicker…]