So, unable to get to church, we did the next best thing and snowshoed to Starbucks. Mike and I think it's pretty dang cool to live in a place where we can snowshoe from our doorstep. And how modern of us to snowshoe to Starbucks, rather than the post office or Jed's General Store.
Now that it's getting cold, all the deersies in our neighborhood are developing thick coats, and looking so majestic. Here a a couple of adolescents Mike stumbled onto this week.
After we were able to dig our car out, we went to a Chocolate Festival at the Broadmoor. (We couldn't get out for church, but we could get out for chocolate? Seems suspect.) We made a beeline to all the chocolate samples and stuffed our little faces like Veruca Salt and TV Mike. It didn't take long to stuff our greedy bellies to the point of exhaustion, and then we had nothing left to do at the festival.
So we partook in our favorite pasttime, crashing fancy hotels. We read magazines in comfy couches.