Easter is for hitting sweet jumps
March 25, 2008 by furrychocolates
I am back and I bring with me some great Easter pics.
Nope, no bunnies in these ones, whether real or over-sized and frequenting the closest mall. No weird-o eggs that are every color of the rainbow (what are those chickens smoking anyway?!). Nothing pastel to be seen here.
See, the fact that Easter is early this year combined with the fact that we have had more snow than we have had in years meant that there were no birds chirping in our yard after the roasters were put away and the dishwasher turned on. No, not us New Brunswickers. We were sliding.
Lucky for us, we live on a hill.
A big one.
This is my dad … yes, my dad. Told you he was crazy.
And this? This is me. It’s probably the finest display of sliding mayhem that I have ever been part of. As you can imagine, I dug a respectable amount of snow from the back of my neck and out of my right boot after that one. I think the position my legs are in is what makes me laugh at this picture.
As Hubby put it over on his own blog, sliding is fun for all… until some jerk goes and builds a jump!
Good read! Holidays at it’s best. Cheers!
You’ve got a couple typos in that last sentence–I think it’s supposed to read “sliding is *no* fun at all–*unless* some jerk goes and builds a jump!”
Some of the snowbanks that Grampy piled up at the base of the lawn were EPIC.