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!
Gordon Bennett!! How brave were you? I get a nose bleed on the third rung of the step ladder and would have needed a general anaesthetic before doing that!
I’m nervous of heights too, but it wasn’t too difficult as you feel really secure. I couldn’t look down though…
I agree with Liz, you’re so brave, but the husband… why is it they have to do those things and scare you even more. It’s looks very beautiful and I am ashamed to say that even though I live in Victoria I have only been to Whistler in the summer!
Oh, by the way my hub would love some of those shoes with lights!!
Cate – get yourself to Whistler pronto quick. It really is stunning in the winter. And you’re so right about husbands. Mine is not scared of heights AT ALL and is always terrifying the life out of me – either by doing crazy stunts or dragging me up some cliff or other…
Uh uh. Not for me.
Berlimey you must be mad.