Dad and I drove up to Crystal early this morning to catch the eight inches of new snow before the ski school kiddies cut it up. That's not to say that I don't like ski school kids... I used to be one. They're cute in a "I hope I don't run into you" kind of way.

It was gorgeous. I ended up digging myself out of 8+ inches of powder a few times when ( Read more... )

I am bleeding through my pajamas because I can never manage to shave my legs without cutting myself ( Read more... )