(That's a line from RENT, in case you didn't pick it up immediately after I gushed about it yesterday and memorized it. Sheesh. I don't think I've memorized my 'it was red and yellow and green and brown and..." Joseph's-coat-of-many-colors bit for the AHS drama thing. Ah well. More practice tonight! I guess I should go about finding my matching blacks...)

Actually, there was. I forgot to mention our interesting sledding escapade. Perhaps you had to be there, but Kate and I couldn't stop laughing about it, even though it had the potential to be very scary. Funny scary though.

Anyway, after seeing RENT on Saturday, I persuaded Kate to go sledding on what little snow remained (I hate it when snow falls, looks really nice for just a day, then melts (or is sledded over too much) for me to go sledding. Bah!) So we drove over to Art Hill to see if it was totally sledded-out, which is was, then we moved onto another hill close by that I'd had luck with in the past, which was slightly better. It was a little too warm for good sledding; you had to find packed snow because the untouched stuff would just stop you cold. No pun intended.

So, we sled a bit, and then we trek over the crest of the hill to see if we could get anything better on the other side. We're on a golf course, which is what's underneath most of the western end of Forest Park, so it's got some nicely hilly spots with putting greens and fairways and brush, etc, etc. Well, we decide to go down, and I persuade Kate to go down first (makes it sound like I have persuasion skillz, don't it?) and she goes, and then suddenly she just drops out of sight!

It was like one of those cartoons where you see Wiley E Coyote go over a cliff and hang there for a second.