tis true, I came home from my laborious semester of studying to find my red-rocked southern utah covered in the white stuff. Was I pleased you ask? After all, who doesn't dream of a white Christmas? The answer is no. I was a bit less than enthusiastic. I take pride and often brag to the native notherners concerning my sunny south. I love the fact that yes, I can go play in the snow if I want, it's a mere 45 minutes away. However, on the flip side if I want to go fourwheeling in a t-shirt on December 24 I can also do that. Nonetheless, me and my biotches had a grand ol time playing in it. I was so proud of Montana. She's getting gutsier all the time. She went down the biggest hill at coral pinks. Was there some colorful language to accompany? Naturally. But the fact that she is, as nike would say, just doing it is all that matters. The ones with us getting smeared in the snow is a little treat from ol Matt. We tried to snow ball him and figured if we made a quick get-away down a hill he wouldn't get us. WRONG. As we rolled off our sled we found our heads being shoved in icy snow. Every orifice on our face was filled with snow. As if we weren't attractive enough to start with. And yep, that's brucey dog, he literally sledded. It was as good as you're imagining. Sad when the best pic of the day is of Sage (the dog), check out that whistful action shot...kudos mommy.
Yep, the best pic of the day is captured by the dog, as if any of you are surprised.
Never too many pictures of us cuties