As the flurries continued to fall this last Saturday night, Mike and I met some friends downtown to take shelter from the cold in a bar that would fit right in in ol' Wisco. At a corner table in the Grand Avenue Ale House, we taught Jessica cribbage, and, might I add, she caught on quickly. Though our goal to get away from the snow this winter has been shot down, our search for Wisco pricetags on brewskis was reached. A couple of $5 pitchers later, and our cheeks were rosy, but not from the cold. The night ended well as Mike, Arica, and I shared a festive bus ride home. Nothing says happy holidays like large velvet bows and miniature trees made of tinsel fastened to the back of a city bus.
The next day, we decided we couldn't hibernate any longer. The girls have been excited about the snow, and sometimes you just gotta give a dog a bone. Between tag, catch the snowball, and mitten keep away, we all got our exercise in and had a blast doing so. I think the girls are hoping they'll get to play these games again next week when Cort visits. We'll see if we have snow or slush by then.
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