While mere mortals return to school and work following the three-day weekend, the folks in our part of California say, "Dude, the mountains are beckoning us. I think we'll pull Skippy and Precious from school for the whole week." And thus Ski Week was born. The politically correct school board forces call it "Mid-winter Break," but the rest of us know it as Ski Week and acknowledge that it exists just to keep the coffers of Average Daily Attendance flowing when school is in session. The theory is if they give us a week off when most schmoes are in school, then we'll be content with no ski lift lines then and not pull Skippy and Precious at other times when school is in session.
We followed the siren sound of the snow Monday, heading east to the Sierra while all the three-day schmoes were heading westward ho. So here we are, hanging with our friend who has graciously invited us up for the week. It's loud here -- thus the title -- because we've got six kids total here: 12-year old, 11-year-old, two 9-year-old and 6-year old boys and my darling 10-year-old Daughter. She's holding her own, folks. The only girl surrounded by one dad, two moms and one grandma.
Gotta run. Just thought I'd tell you I'm closed due to snow. Back over the weekend. I'm sure you can hardly wait. Don't forget to enter the contest I put up Monday.