[Laughing NOT crying… I think]
There’s something about being bundled up from head to toe that just gives me a feeling of invincibility. The beer may have also been a factor now that I think about it. At some point Saturday night, we all decided to get dressed and go play outside. And yes we are in our 20s and 30s, not 5. After a failed attempt on the [closed] mountain involving some near death and near arresting [just kidding mom…] 3 of us hung out in the back of the cottage attempting to slide on garbage bags.
And then we retired the garbage bag and went back inside only to find out it was magically 3am. It turns out that time FLIES when you are sliding on a garbage bag.
Did anyone else have as much fun as I did this weekend? [this is really just the tip of the iceberg for the weekend’s fun]