Dear sweet hopeful people who "hope my flight to inserteastcoastcityhere isn't cancelled tomorrow!":
Your flight to inserteastcoastcityhere is cancelled.
mini apple pies.
i can’t eat them but the verdict is they are good.
not perfect by any means but edible.
progress.
Jealous.
you are jealous, i know.
the boy is outside shaping the path for tubing. the hill is about .5 mile long and will have a ramp at the bottom to launch you into a huge pile of snow.
i don’t even know where the nearest hospital is for when we break our bones.
HAVE FUN!!!!
When I was a kid I thought being “snowed in” meant that the snow covered all the entrances to your house and you were unable to leave (I grew up in Oregon, what?)
Turns out I wasn’t totally wrong.
