We're alive. April flew past and left us slightly over worked and hungover. Sally was 27, now she's 28 and now it's March and Carl's turn to turn a quarter of a century.
Last Monday was a good day. It was our day off in the week and it just happened to be the day following two days of constant snow fall, so we went up with the first lift and got covered in beautiful untouched powder snow. Worth mentioning also is that our sister Emma was over with Sanna from Sweden and came up on the mountain with us. Unfortunately Sanna couldn't saddle up, due to a much too recent operation in her knee - bless her for being strong and giving us the awsomest week in spite of her missing out.
So with Sanna and Emma leaving last Wednesday after a week of wrecking every soul in the village, we are starting to feel human again and can get back to life in an alp village in its last week of mid term hysteria.
Within a month, half of our seasonnaire buddies will be packing or already gone back to where they are going and this week we are making big decisions for our little selves, whether to stay or to leave and if so: where to go? Decisions decisions...
Well, that's all for this time.
No, it ain't. We could use a new name for the blog. Suggestions?
Godspeed You followers of the world's most unfrequently updated blog
See ya
sad act and ginger pubes
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