Hello, my peeps. It’s been an eventful day, and is sure to be an eventful weekend. I’m currently writing on the Macbook here in the middle of a room full of family members, all of whom are staying at this here house in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, which my Mom rented for the long weekend. (Check out today’s Photo of the Day for the view off the back deck.)
Point being: I’d love to regale you right now with one of my gut-busting, side-splitting, knee-slapping, 25,000-word epics, but I am about two minutes away from being branded an antisocial prick for blogging in the midst of the festivities.
But I love you guys, man. So I just had to say “Hi,” and let you know that I’m not slacking; I’m out here gathering material for some more bitchin’ blog entries. For example, tomorrow? Tomorrow, I’ll be snowboarding for the second time in eight years, Jayna may be getting on skis for the first time ever, and Zan will hopefully be making his second attempt at skiing; the first one, which took place a year ago this weekend, lasted all of about 15 minutes. Got our money’s worth out of that half-day rental and bunny-hill lift ticket, right?
And Sunday? Sunday, there’ll be snowtubing down an insanely huge hill. Might even squeeze in some ice-skating at some point, which I haven’t done in about a quarter of a century, and which the kids will possibly be doing for the first time ever.
So, rest assured there’ll be plenty of hijinks coming your way soon. Now, time for me to get back to my alcoholic beverage. Peace out.
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Sounds like SUCH a good time! Don’t let those little ones out-ski you, as there is nothing more humbling than sliding down a hill on your fanny while watching the chillins skidding down in good style on their feet with NO POLES (little overachievers). A little peach schnapps while butt sliding always helps the cause.
Did I ever tell you about that time I went skiing and a little kid gashed my face one nano-millimeter from my eye and I bled all over the mountain like a gutted pig. No? Well, it’s a very gory story and now I am terrified of skiing.
But I’m sure you’ll be fine
lol No, sounds like a wonderful family weekend. Have a great one!
Make sure you drink a lot this weekend. That way you’ll be relaxed and probably not come home in a body cast.
Smashmom: I don’t have to worry about them out-skiing me just yet, but I definitely get the impression that we’re not that many years away from them blowing past me. (And I’m not much of a peach schnapps guy, but there was a respectable amount of beer consumed apres ski.)
Americas Next Top Mommy: Ouch! (And, thanks; we did have a wonderful family weekend.)
Mari: I drank plenty … but mostly to deaden the pain!
They are the pricks for not being on the web RIGHT NOW!
Laughed out loud at this. I got into huge trouble for blogging in the midst of Christmas this year with my extended family. Good luck to you.
e: Wait, lemme guess: the “e” is for “Exactly!”
Liz: Glad you can relate.