They’ve gone. This morning the Minx and the Husband left brandishing brand new light-up shoes, a brand new and utterly hideous Ariel backpack and a brand new Hello Kitty umbrella (and that was just the Husband haha!) and a soft quietness descended over the house.
Apologies for the longer than anticipated blogging hiatus. Our first Christmas in North America has been hectic, sociable and, as the Minx would say, extremically very fun.
I’m currently in the middle of setting up the mirrormirror sale, so here’s a quick peek of what we were doing on Christmas morning instead of going to the pub. More substantive blogging tomorrow.
Yes, my lovelies, your eyes are not deceiving you, this is me, not Angelina Jolie, whizzing through the trees
Not nervous in the slightest. Oh no.
Here’s the Husband showing off
And here are some more images from our amazing morning in the Whistler tree canopy.
Yes I really did zoom down there
I’m somewhat scared of heights, so my emotions on Christmas morning ran the gamut between extreme terror and extreme thankfulness that I was still alive. And not a drop of alcohol in sight.
Thanks Ziptrek Ecotours!