In my head, I’d posted these photos already. In reality, not so much.
Mr and I had a great New Year’s adventure – we traveled out to Lake Tahoe, where Sweet Rickey lives, to celebrate her marriage to her Mr, Sweetie Pie (herein, “SP,” because I cannot type that with a straight face. Love you, mean it.)
Let me tell you, Tahoe is nothing like Exile. It’s beautiful – mountains, trees, snow!! – green, clean, and fabulous. The lake itself looks almost unreal, even when you’re standing right on the shore.
I’ve been known to say that I’m built for comfort, not speed (I stole that line wholesale from Nicole Peeler), and I mean it. I am not an outdoors(wo)man, never was, never will be. The occasional camping trip, provided I have access to a shower and toilet, will not kill me, but it’s never, ever going to be my first choice. Outdoor sports? No way – remember, I broke my ankle in Tahoe without even leaving the apartment! Mr was hoping to ski, but we opted instead for snow shoeing. I figured, hurtling down a mountain on sticks? versus basically walking on tennis rackets, on a flat surface? No brainer.
P.S. We totally took the easy way back to the lodge.
I wouldn’t buy him a toy at the hardware (!) store. (Sidebar: why does the hardware store sell toys?) He did this the entire fifteen minute walk home, stopping occasionally to throw himself down on the ground, usually in front of witnesses. When I commented on his tenacity, Mr turned to me and snarked, “Yeah, I wonder where on earth he gets that from?”