These are my people.

And tonight we hit Crystal Mountain...well, they did. I showed up and got showed up so they skied...and I fretted on the bottom of the hill waiting for them to come down on skis, not the National Ski Patrol snowmobile. I also got to clean up the SPRITE that exploded in the backseat of my car because they put too many Skittles in it, correct their language after they reapeated my comment on the "big ass" hill they had just conquered, and apologize for them after they used the "singles" line for the chairlift to cut because neither one of them could actually READ what it said.






What a great place we live...and what a great brother from another mother we have in the Schmaydster.


XO -- B.M.