I went sledding today!

It was not all that cold out, as you can probably guess by my less than seasonally appropriate attire. The temperature was in the mid 40′s when we started and by the time we finished, had reached the high 40s. So, you know, t-shirt weather.
I have named my sled “Steve, the Snow Steed” and talk to him as we sled. It seems to help — look how awesomely I am sledding HERE:

Yeah. You wish you sledded that totally amazingly.
After sledding, I posed with Steve…the photos are probably going to be in an Olympic magazine some day, so I made sure to make super awesome serious Olympic poses.

This part of sledding was not as fun, but Steven and I know you gotta take the ups as well as the downs — in life as well as in sledding.

After sledding, I decided that I obviously had to build a snowman. So, I did.
I have dubbed him “Hipster the Snowman”. His carrot nose is ironic. Now I can laugh at him as he melts. Only, he’ll probably be all, “Whatever. Being in a solid state is kind of over. I usually hang out in forms that you haven’t even heard of. Also, is that T-shirt from H & M? Because I used to shop there, but then I stopped because they got way too mainstream. Now I only buy clothes from bums in alleys or stores that no one else shops at because their clothing sucks…which is okay because I’m only wearing it ironically. Why do you suck so much? I’m going to a coffee shop with my iPad now. And then if I’m not totally melted, I’ll probably go to a concert that this band I know is throwing…well, not really a concert, because that would be way too mainstream…really it’s just a bum that bangs on trashcans in an alley…totally subversive. You wouldn’t get it.”
Now I kind of hope it DOES keep getting warmer and Hipster the Snowman DOES melt, because he is the worst kind of D-bag. I mean, I really wrote all that stuff just to fill space because I decided to text-wrap Hipster’s image for some reason, but once I filled in his dialogue, I decided that he is kind of a jerk and I will laugh when he and his stupid center part, ironic carrot and wood-rimmed glasses return to the soil. Die, Hipster, die!!!
Anyway, I took a few other pictures of him as well. Marvel at his douchiness. I kind of want to go pour a cup of black free-trade Sumatra over him now, if that were not a waste of tasty coffee.

Now, I am inside in a sweater and curled under a blanket, drinking tasty coffee. It would only be better if it were snowing outside again, but this way I get to laugh as hipster looses his leaf-hair and the glasses that he doesn’t even actually NEED…he doesn’t want you to know this, but they have clear glass lenses.