Didja miss me? I know Artie did. Poor fat sausage. He thought we had left him forever to be ruled by the Melo puppy. He’s still a little discombobulated. Either that or living with Kat & Josh was so good he’s sad to be back. He has, however, reclaimed the sofa as his own and was bossing the cats around last night so I think he’ll recover.
It was worth it though. Elmo flew into town Sat morning and we packed up and headed for Mt. Bachelor for a little Spring skiing. It was beautiful. Sunny, warm, with no new snow but a nice base and few people. Amazingly, the old man managed to keep up with Kevin and I without breaking something. We’ve been taking this trip for, man, over seven years or so and we have it down to an artform.
The best part is that Kevin and Elmo get to hang out together. Since we are stranded up here in Portland, my parents only come up few times each year. So the entire weekend, Kevin keep looking at my dad and exclaiming, “So that’s were she got that from!”
Kevin says that when he was contemplating the big M, he was told to look to the mother before marrying the daughter. So he scoped out JT and like what he saw. Smart, caring, sweet, loving....based on this, he popped the question. Little did he know that in my family, the saying goes look to the father before marrying the daughter. What can I say? I’m a chip of my dad’s shoulder. I’m a teaser and a card shark just like my old man.
Oh yes, Kevin has a new nickname. Marshmellow. However, like most of my nicknames, this one is best used when you have a very clear line of escape. (But the look on his face is worth it.)
We have decided that next year, our annual ski trip will be in Colorado. Look out Beanie! Here we come!!