Wyatt, Mommy, and Gung Gung at Mammoth Mountain yesterday. The snow on Discovery was good for the boy and the dad who hadn't been on skis in 20 years. The top of One was bulletproof.
Matty took this snap through the lens of his goggles.
Tomatoes, New Zealand music, chasing wee Babbo with syringes full of insulin, real and virtual communities, potlucks, espresso and beer, goofy hips, and our next holiday.
Now that I live in the middle of the desert, I get positively weepy when I think about Asian noodle dishes. Other than that, life is good. We chug along as a family surrounded by a wonderful community of friends - near and far. We rock out when the odd band graces us with their presence. We potluck all the time. We like our espresso, beer, whisky, cured pork products, and chocolate.
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