The weekend wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies (i.e. slushy hills and video games). There was also an unusual amount of gross stuff that happened in those two days. For example, it was gross when Leo threw up in the car on the way up there.
But that wasn’t the grossest thing that happened.
The hills were covered in poop. Wherever there wasn’t snow, there was poop. Sooooo much poop. Deer poop, rabbit poop, squirrel poop, coyote poop. Every kind of poop!
Deer, those graceful creatures with big, innocent eyes that remind you of Bambi and everything soft and beautiful in the world—these are the same creatures that walk around pooping on the very stuff they eat. It’d be like sitting down for dinner and eating it, then pooping on the table and continuing to eat. Seriously. Gross.
But that wasn’t the grossest thing that happened.
Here and Rocco and I, moments before he pulled something out of the hot tub and said, “Oh look! A Band-aid!”
And that’s the grossest thing that happened on vacation.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Beijing-style meat sauce and noodles
Garlicky green beans
Chocolate trifle
