These Eyes.

Mountain House. Needs no explanation.
Zach is here! Today we tried to buy him 12 year old lift tickets. After he confidently convinced me that he worked it out so he remembered what year he would have to be born in, I was proud.

We get up to the window and the dude is out of it (thank goodness). First, he is all confused by our Canadian postal code. Second, the letter "Z" is pronounced differently, but isn't THAT hard to figure out. Thirdly, Zach the genius tells the guy that his birthday is January 23, 1994. Not only does that NOT make him 12, it makes him 17! (Zach didn't put into play that it is March...)... hahha... Serious dummies today.

The guy was out of it and we confused him even more, but he was chill enough to hook us up.

I spent the remainder of the day at work. Reading, googling, chatting and eating.

I thank laura for some new tunnage. I will share this on her behalf because it makes me want to dance. I will miss our ski check routines.