I thought about writing about what happened on my Christmas, but since the majority of my readers are my relatives, I decided not to. Well, I’ll give you the highlights.
Christmas eve I the forum was really cool. They had skiers come down the mountain with torches, there were fireworks, djs, and vin chaud.
We used the boys chalet and had a huge party eating all the food that would have been for guests for Christmas dinner. I cooked AND carved two turkeys, drank too much. Called my parents. I also scaled the balcony to get to the chalet next door. Which was locked.
We didn’t plan very well how we were getting g back Down the mountain. Lucky for me I don’t actually remember getying in a van. But apparently there was a lot of sideways drifts around the corners.
We got to the flying dutchman bar and danced around like idiots, then went to the boys apartment and played hide and seek. I woke up really cold under a staircase. Then I went home.
Moving on. This is how well I can write on chalk boards to welcome my guests with cake.
The guest had a really long day getting to the chalet but they were very polite and ate all my cooking. Today I tried to be as quick as possible to get to the mountain. I did a couple runs after the long hike back to my house to get my gloves. I have never had such frozen hands. At least I fell less on that run!
I will get a lot quicker as time goes on. There’s just so much to do! And I. Love electric hand wisks . Life saver!!
Thanks for the pressie mom and dad!!