Last night we had a spur of the moment sleep over at my friend Peter's house.
He lives on a rad farm.
Our first official act was to build a wimpy campfire out of trash and some branches. Peter proceeded to almost fall in the fire... kicking snow in it and nearly putting it out.
On the way inside Brock stepped on my boot causing it to come off. I couldn't reach down and put it back on because I was so bundled up. I was left walking back to the house in the bitter cold in four feet of snow with no shoe.
Inside, we sat around a fire in the living room and drank tea to get warm.
In the morning we went to Peter's church and made perogies. We also helped Peter's mom make cake balls with pink icing and sprinkles.
Brock and Pete's dad tried to start the snow mobile so we could go driving in the field. But it was a fail so we just stayed inside and ate cake balls.
Peter's mom sent us all home with some elk meat.
It was a really great Saturday night/Sunday morning.
