BFF

This was the conversation that hubby and I had while driving up to Copper Mountain to meet Mr. and Mrs. H...

Him: what if these people are freaks?
Me: well, it's a big mountain, I'm sure we can lose them if we need to
Him: hmmm...



Turns out while we where having this conversation, Mr and Mrs H were doing the same. But not to worry! After ski lifts, ski lift lines, laughing at people falling down (just a little), and plenty o' evening cocktails, we discovered our new BFF.


(note the table full of near empty glasses)

See, it's not just that we all love beagles, but more than that, we all love to drink. And say silly things. And quote weird movies. And drink. Mostly it's the hooch.

Mr. H and my hubby bonded like nobody's biz. They had so much in common it was scary. Of course Kate and I had to make fun of them for this.


Here they are, walking into the sunset together...


...while being heckled by two hott ladies...

Sadly, we had to return to the ghetto while they skied like bunnies the rest of the weekend. We almost went up again on Sunday to see them again, but instead we woke to this...




BLIZZARD of 2005! The tv people had a graphic ready by noon.

The hounds had mixed feelings about the snow. It's hard to love it when you can't get through it without an escort.



emotions were running high...


... as was the snow. *sigh* I miss you already BFF.