couldn't go home if we wanted to

I'm happy to report we had a great time sledding as a family last night. I'm also happy to report that I'm not the one who lost our car keys.

On the sledding hill.

In the dark.

It happened alright, and Greg realized it as we stood on top of the hill, watching the boys do belly slides down the now half-melted muddy snow. They had fallen out of his pocket 'somewhere on the hill,' according to him, which translated to 'they could be anywhere.' He realized we had no way home about the time I realized my thighs were like two giant popsicles and momma needs some hot chocolate.

Stat.

So we began our search, combing the snow, while I thought to myself A) I'm gonna kill Greg B) It's a loooong walk back C) I'm gonna kill Greg, and yes...all in that order. Yet, Greg came through and after 5 minutes of me panicking, he found the much-needed keys at the bottom of a hill. And we all lived happily ever after.

Even Greg.