Ouch!

Well, our string of bad luck continues I guess.

Byron went up snowmobiling for the weekend and hit a tree.

He said he got to the top of a mountain, headed over the crest and went uh, oh.

I guess there were all kinds of ruts.  He hit one pretty hard and was tossed up and off

his sled.  He pulled himself out of the snow just in time to see his snowmobile

hurtling down the mountain, gathering speed and then.....

crashing into a tree.

Ouch!

 He sent me this picture tonight to tell me he is drowning

his sorrows in Prime Rib.

 The three girls are spending the night with one of our best friends Mary Kay.

When I dropped them off, they were headed out for ribs. Mmmm.

Kean and I weren't left to forage for leftovers.

Grandpa and Grandma Bodily (my neighbors) invited the two of us over for dinner.

Kean made himself right at home.

He surprised us all by taking off his pants...

 ditching them in the kitchen

 and then heading back to the table for more food.

He's still not feeling great

but he ate a decent amount of dinner tonight.

I figure that's a good sign.