Me vs. the Snowman

A few years ago, my Mom bought us this heinous delightful giant inflatable snowman as a Christmas decoration. Since we put up all our decorations this week, the snowman is now out and in full effect. I used to keep him outside but the kids have insisted on relocating him...to our living room. Every night they plug him in and he whooshes to absolutely massive life. Even though I act excited to see him in all his glory, I think the snowman has figured out that I'm not a big fan.

Today, right before I was leaving to pick the kids up from school, I flipped on the living room lights and ran to the bathroom. I turned to grab my purse and leave when I heard a strange whirring sound. I turned around and there, in the middle of the living room, was the snowman - completely inflated and starting at me. Truthfully I was terrified. How the &#*@ did that thing get inflated when it's not even plugged into the wall?!? I grabbed the keys, jumped into the car, drove to school and called Dan. After explaining the situation to my husband ("The snowman inflated by himself. Or someone is in our house. I'm just calling to tell you in case I'm dead when you get home."), Dan informed me that he had hooked the snowman up to the living room light switch. That way, it would be easier for the kids to inflate him. Ah. I missed that memo.