My husband's obsession for subzero weather and hanging out in snow caves is contagious. He and Henry built a quinzee, or less technically, an igloo, in our backyard with our abundance of the white junk. I hope it's structurally safe, because they're doing a lot of hanging out in it. (And may I remind you, the high yesterday was 3 degrees.)
Last night, as they were waiting for the lunar eclipse, they layered themselves in snow pants and parkas and hoodies and such, and trudged through the snow to the big mound, where they sat, drinking hot cider from an insulated mug and reading books about the arctic recently checked out from the library.
I'm including a few pics, but you can also check out Tim's blog for more.
What was I doing while all this frigid merriment was happening outside? I was under three layers of covers in bed, reading a vampire romance. They might have been having more fun.
But I could feel my toes.
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Can you email me your phone number? My phone got stolen and I lost everything in it. Thanks. :) If you've got grandma's cell too, that'd be awesome.