I've gotten to GH. First there was the bobcat, and now this:
We were walking out to the car when he spotted tracks in the snow along the path and freaked out because now I've made him paranoid about the mountain lions that are waiting nearby to kill us all. (Except they probably totally are.)
I told him it was probably just a dog. But I took a picture just in case. According to Google Images, our uninvited guest was a dog. This time. But I love that my husband now watches the ground for tracks. It's like how we Alaskan kids always had to keep an eye out for moose tracks in the snow, because so help me you do NOT want to surprise a moose. That is how you die.
In other, happier news, here I am dressed with the boys today for church in our Christmas finery:
|Why is it that photographs are willing to tell you things that the mirror is just keeping to itself?|
Because WOW that is some stringy cave-troll hair right there. Yikes.
And here are the outtakes!
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