This morning my Dad got us all up at 7am to go skiing.
^ my Dad, he is ski crazy. If he isn't on the mountain by 9am, he pouts. Luckily, we made it today.
^ for my Uncle Peter
^ it's so hard to go back out after lunch, when I'm all warm and full of sandwiches (that my Dad pre-makes the night before). But the afternoon was great, so it was worth it.
^a nice mountain host took this. As opposed to the not-nice mountain hosts who just yell at my Mom when people hit you coming off the lift and make you fall over... and they say "ma'am, you can't sit there". Well, really? haha
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