Then again, I'm the one who said yes to the invitation, so perhaps we make a good team in a masochistic sort of way.
When we arrived back at her house at the end of our run, her fingers were so stiff that couldn't accurately punch in the code to her garage door. I didn't mock her because my mouth was frozen into a contorted, pained expression. At one point during the run I had tried to tell something, only to haltingly spit out several sentences that sounded like mumbled Serbo-Croatian.
What? What are you saying? she huffed. That you want to kick that man?
At least that's what I think she said. My ears also were malfunctioning, so I'm not positive.
It's cold here. Today we never got above the teens.
Yet today I bundled -- and I mean bundled -- Reese and Brooke so we could complete Reese's homework assignment to make a list of things in our neighborhood. We walked up and down our street as I filled out Reese's worksheet because, let's face it, first-grade handwriting is slow and sketchy enough when it's not done with a little hand that's wrapped in two pairs of gloves.
Despite the recent cold, we've gotten very little snow this winter. I know this to be true because Reese mournfully reminds us of the fact several times daily. As we finished our neighborhood walk, the girls latched onto one brief glimmer of awesomeness in the otherwise barren-yet-snowless landscape.
It was a three-foot stretch of ice at the bottom of our driveway.
Then they did what they do best. They improvised.
And if you think this resembles slip-and-sliding in full winter gear on pavement, that's because it pretty much is slip-and-sliding in full winter gear on pavement.
Bonus points for ingenuity, I say.