Snowshoes and Other Stuff

I forgot to feed kitty this morning. Oops.

Last night we had a pizza party and gift exchange at Tyler and Emma's. They got us a new dish drying rack. It was meant to replace the small one we have now, but I kind of like using two at a time.

That's cause she's ghetto.

I finally put in the storms above the fireplace. We've got new homesteaders to the south of us. They've been fixing up in the inside since summer. Looking forward to them fixing up the exterior come spring.

Our new Sunday tradition. Mac and Cheese for lunch.

Sorry abou the slightly blurry picture.

I wanted to go to try our snow shoes out at our neighboring park, Theo Wirth. Most of the golf course and park is designated to cross country skiing. The snow shoeing is on the mountain bike trails.

Without leaves and other foliage you could spot buildings you never knew were abutted to the park.

Snowshoeing Theodore Wirth couldn't live up to last week's highway hike in Duluth.

We did end up crossing boundaries over to the skiing side. I was getting a little jealous watching the skiers whiz by.

I didn't know that there was a large pond on the golf course side of the park. I guess it's part of Bassett's Creek.

When we got home we warmed up with hot cocoa and heated up chocolate for dipping our Oreo truffles.

Last night we got a snowman ornament from Olive. I think it's so cute that this made her think of us.

We worked on the truffles while Scott prepped the dinner.

I took a bath while Scott cooked. Dinner was taking a long time to make. We both weren't feeling well. I had a bad headache so we ended the night really early and went to bed after dinner.

Yup.

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