That's a good day

Watching a game, eating a burrito, highing some fives....

Happy birthday!

Do not worry!

She is only pretending to be sad!

This is a thing that I like about Canada....

.... that even the hipster-resplendent art auction has to have the hockey game on.

Not my proudest moment

I think if someone asked me to count asterisks in this manner I would refuse to respond too.

Spruce View Day Two

We were going to ski more today, but me and T's bruised knees and sore muscles needed some recovery time:

And Chris' parents made me Danish birthday cakes!

And then there was this improbably awesome sequence of words:

Retreat

Chris drove us to his parents' house this weekend. I repaid his generosity by posting this Wesley Crusher picture of him for you.
You can cross-country ski right out from his driveway onto a river:
Those of us who grew up only near cross-country skiing trails, rather than on them, had a bit more trouble than he did:

Locals

I'm used to running into people I know in Edmonton by now, but I'm not used to them always being Chris.