Every year for four years I promised Chris that we would ski Grand Targhee over Christmas break. Every year I really meant it, and every year I really didn’t make the effort to go. So maybe I’m too lazy to go skiing, but at least I’m also a liar about it. Wait.
This year my parents rented a cabin about twenty minutes away from the resort, and they got everybody a ski pass for Christmas. We played games, ate comfort food, and for once we actually went to Targhee. Most importantly, on New Year's Eve, we went to bed at 9:00 p.m. because I had an utterly unexplainable aversion to ringing in the New Year at midnight. Oh, no no, it’s because sleep is awesome, and I have a teeny tiny baby. Explained.
britt
p.s. My dad took both of these pictures, and I love them so much. Isn't he good?
I love those pics more than anything. And your party animal lifestyle.
ReplyDeleteThanks for helping make it happen. I had so much fun.
ReplyDeleteYour blog and your family and you make me so happy! love the pics!
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