My husband and I purchased an old home in Boston from two elderly sisters. Winter was fast approaching and the years first snow came early and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation. "If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared. One November night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost. My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up. "For the past 30 years," he muttered, "they've gone to Florida for the winter."
Q: What do you get if you cross a tiger with a snowman?
Q: What did one snowman say to the other?
A: "Weird, I smell carrots, too."
Q: Where does the snowman get his money?
A: From the snow bank.
Q: Where do snowmen go to dance?