Dreaming of a white Christmas....

...or, at least, the week BEFORE Christmas.
We packed it up and headed up the mountain to spend some quality time with the Beej, H, and Ozo. Between Beaver Street pitchers of Bramble Berry, action a-plenty at the trailhead, the requisite stop at Target for everything we forgot, and the passage of a night on a completely flat air mattress (although, love is, actually, all around us!), it quite possibly the BEST week before Christmas ever experienced. By anyone. Ever. As Natalie put it, "Mas sled, please."

Hello from Crazytown, Elevation 7,000 ft.

Meet Midnight the Snowman! He was appropriately named after the time of his construction, after Pat, Cassie and I shoveled our driveway for the FOURTH time Monday night. Midnight was only creatable after the 2.5 feet of snow Flagstaff was blanketed with just in time for finals. Luckily for me, the snow ended my semester, and now I'm left to twiddle my thumbs and plan for the holidays. SO...Happy Holidays from the Midnight's cousins, the edible version.