Thursday, March 11, 2010

Beached Whale

I love how it looks like I am getting left stranded in the snow bank in these pictures.   I think I was even screaming at Reed to wait for me in the last one.  Just kidding.  I was having too much fun sitting in the snow pretending I was still a kid.  That lovely feeling of having your mittens tucked in perfectly, before your socks fall of inside inside your boots, and your scarf doesn't smell like spit yet.  Oh, those were the good old days.

As a side note, the band-aid on Reed's head is as a result of a cougar, bear and a rouge jack fish attack.  He Ka-meh-ha-meh-haed the cougar, pile-drived the bear, and bit the jack fish in half with his fang teeth.

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