Woops

Last night was supposed to be a mukluk rumble on the snowmobile trails of Damariscotta.  What ended up ACTUALLY happening was I got home from work smelled the shrimp pico de gallo Marcy was making and decided a nice family night at home was in order.  My soul thanked me but my legs did not.  Stupid legs can shut up and go about their business.  Wankers.

Sooooo, I'm going to do another photo blog instead.

snowshoeing takes forever with all of the snow eating

and then this is what the pooch looks like after taking a 45 minute unapproved romp.  she had walrus looking ice wiskers.