Sledding Thypolar Style
So how did it all end? I ended up getting stuck in the snow from the waist down with one of my boots caught underneath a tree branch. Mr T tried pulling me out a few times without luck (I personally think he just wanted to see me panic). Third times a charm and he was able to get me out. On the way back down the mountain, (16) landed on his ass 7 times. I was laughing so hard I almost pissed myself and let go of a branch that I was using to keep myself upright. It flung around and snapped (16) in the face just as he was standing up. Mr T though it was in his best interest to sled down a hill that had a bunch of ramps, nor realizing that he is way too old and clumsy for this shit. After gaining 5 feet of air and landing on his tail bone, he screamed obscenities that echoed through the mountains and stunned many small children.
The car ride home consisted of three kids in the back of my car who were stripped down to their undies and wrapped in towels. They had to remove all their wet clothes (thank god we didn’t get pulled over). It was great! I love my family