After sleeping in with hangovers we rolled out of bed for breakfast burritos. Weird breakfast burritos as Brooke put it earlier in the weekend. "Look at all those frozen Bundts, Meadow." This was the perfect breakfast after a night of Birthday celebrating. More or less breakfast burritos with sweet potatoes instead of potatoes and chorizo. It could've used chorizo. I was feeling pretty lazy and tired so I worked on my branch weaving. I, on the other hand, was actually quite cognizant after drinking like a much younger Scott. Brayden was my adventure companion for the weekend. We walked across the frozen lake until I felt a nervous tinge. Then we turned around. Mr. Mike showed up out of nowhere. He feigned a game of chicken. I stood my ground.  Brayden saw this as another chance to chase a snowmobile. The snowmobile won. Mr. Mike had to refresh the ice fishing holes. I had to get something to eat. Mr. Mike ...

I was able to get a half day on New Years so immediately after work we drove up the northwoods of Wisconsin. We told Blake and Mr. Mike to get some beer and wine. They succeeded on the first account. We'd be drinking Rhinelander Shortys all week. We'd have to get the other booze a different day.