Cottage ramblings.

Got to the cottage. Went to the washroom.

Discovered a dead mouse in the toilet.

Yelled for Daddy.

Eventually, Pop and I went skiing. We only did about 9 runs or so (they're short, too), but we had a lot of trouble with our ski boots. (Mine are new from last season and I'd only worn them once. His... well, I think he used my brother's by mistake.)

Had an amazing time, though. Nothing like going back to a hill you practically grew up on and being able to do just about any run there, despite lots of ice.

I plan to bring my camera with my tomorrow. Let's pray I don't fall and break it. Or anything else for that matter.

Anyways, bedtime in a few, and photos tomorrow, perhaps!

(Also, I finally heard from my friend P -- we're on for Friday night at the casino. Fun way to ring in the new year!)