
We went up to
Snowbird twice last week.
Do you know how much I LOVE Snowbird?
You think you do, now times that by a bazillion. Snowbird is absolutely gorgeous. It's too perfect. It's
fake perfect.
So the second time we went and played in the snow with Marci, my cousin Mindy & her husband Greg and their little Hailey. We somehow managed to escape without ONE single picture of Marci. (sorry about that Marce).

I got out of the car and took off my left shoe to put on the boot, I reached my hand in to pull out the toung or string or whatever was blocking my foot I grabbed what I thought was a bootlace with a pom-pom on the end and pulled it about halfway out. Then I stopped cause I'm constantly paranoid, and I asked Tony to pull it out for me in case it was something... knowing I was just being paranoid and silly.
Well guess what!!!!! IT WAS A DEAD MOUSE!!!!! I am still getting the crawlies just thinking about it! AHHHHHH! Disgusting!!!! I had pulled it halfway out with my hand too!!!! ick! I'm still not over it. So I hopped up and down screaming at the top of my lungs for about ten minutes cause I really think that is the worst thing that has ever happened to me in my life.