The Mister and I have had a heck of a week with the Old Folk. Daddio's off his rocker again and The Mister's mom is being sent home today from a month long stay in a nursing home in worse shape than when she went in.
The remedy for such a week was staring us in the face. Snow plus booze equals a new lease on life-at least for a few hours.
We don't get to use our sleds very often anymore as the quality of our snow is usually pretty poor. Today sledding conditions were perfect thanks to an overnight freeze.
The sun was out and the sky was a brilliant blue.
The snow sparkled like a million diamonds in the late afternoon sun. It was perfect.
You could fly down the hill at an almost scary speed.
It was a good ride if you didn't land in the creek. I didn't but I did enjoy rolling around in the snow for a slightly drunken selfie. I'm wearing my scrappy sweater made out of leftover Corridale locks. It's pretty much reserved for drunken sleigh rides.
Pup even went down for a few rides when she wasn't trying to figure out how to get my mittens off for a game of chase. We need to teach her a new game. You need your mittens when it's 20 degrees.