My stupid brother keeps calling my Mum "Carol Cakes" which for some reason I am finding weird. Probably because Scott and I used to call each other cakes. It just sounds wrong, but then you have to remember my brother has a tiny brain and is still skill-less.
I've put these on FB but here are a few pictures from e went to White Bear. White Bear is that tiny town that people around here go to in the winter because you can get there by driving across the frozen river...other wise it would be a much longer journey.
As usual, I forgot to take my camera out in the bar but managed to take a picture of some of us next to the sign that Lindsay "Hot Legs" Kelsey made so people remembered the over ice shortcut. Then I tried to take a picture of the ice, but the photos don't do the ice any justice. It looked really good though, with bits in it that looked like frozen bubbles. I'm told its 3 feet deep (which is the only reason I agreed to get in a car driving across a frozen river). There was a few ice fishing huts out there but I saw no one fishing. The town is having an ice fishing derby on 26th, I think I will go and check that out for a bit then.
Weather wise its -27 with the wind chill, so I think I'm staying in. The beagles walks get shorter and shorter, I'd go out more but its just so friggin cold. I cant handle it. May be I need to get a balaclava.
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