I met Santa!

Ho-ho-ho!

I went to Vail this weekend, and I got to meet Santa. No kidding - he was there early. He asked what I wanted for Christmas, and I couldn't think of a thing! It was fun trying to chew on his beard, though - and the "elves" thought I was beyond cute.

That was actually a theme for the weekend -> Strangers just "goo"-ing and "gah"-ing over me. Here's what I looked like when I was trekking around town.



Dad calls this get-up "trolling for ski-bunnies". I'm sure I don't understand what he really means by that.

It was otherwise a very nice, very mellow weekend in the mountains with the folks. I got to sit in the jacuzzi, chill in front of the fire and eat all sorts of grown-up food, though bananas remain one of my favorites.

Christmas is coming. I've been good, I promise...

Love, D.