it's that time of year.
that time before the time when we hit the slopes for the first time.
time to take inventory.
who needs new ski boots?
who's helmet doesn't fit anymore?
who's got holes in their socks?
in their gloves?
pretty much max just gets some new stuff and everyone else passes last year's stuff down the line.
there have got to be some perks to having four little sisters.
somehow wade comes out "needing" new gear every year.
never mind the closet full of who knows how many coats and jackets that fit only one person in this household.
when questioned about why he would possibly need another coat anytime in the next century
there was this,
"i need a coat for every.... possible....
fashion?"
well, too late.
you already have that.
and on to halloween.
because that was a roaring success.
here are the requisite costume photos.
forest ranger... post-bear-attack.
that's just not funny.
bring me back some candy!
you're welcome grandmas.
