Skiing was great. Great!! Yes, the weather was frigid. I wore the most layers ever in my entire life: silk long underwear, synthetic long underwear, turtle neck, tight fleece, regular fleece, and a ski jacket. Plus neck warmer, hat, ear muffs and googles. Two layers of gloves. Well, you get the idea. But I was comfortable (well, at least until the end of Saturday afternoon when I noticed Caroline's rosy cheeks were turning white and I had to give her my neck warmer and hat to stave off her imminent frostbite).

Then, as if skiing wasn't great enough, at 4 p.m., the snow started falling and kept falling. We actually only got the edge of the Nor'easter, turned blizzard, that dumped snow on the entire coast of New England. We woke up on Sunday morning to about 12 inches of fresh, dry champagne, powder covering EVERYTHING. A blizzard!! How much more perfect could you get for a ski weekend! While watching the weather, the "brilliant" Fox News programming kept doing this segment called "What is a blizzard?", as if the good people of Vermont had never seen snow before.

That night we braved the blizzard and went to one of my favorite ski dives, "Casey's Caboose." The food there is awesome, but I think that I may be more entranced by the hours of my childhood I've spent throwing pennies and nickles as the bar tender... errr... cup in the back of the bar. If you hit it dead on, it sets off a model train that drives around the roof of the bar. Of course, you miss 9 out of 10 times, and hopefully don't hit the bartender. Anyway, I also had a fabulous dinner of smoked trout and Alaskan king crab legs (why don't I get that more often? yum!)

The entire morning was the best! My cousin Michael won the "best fall" category, since the snow was light and fluffy, when he toppled, he found himself buried up to his neck in snow. It made me laugh.

Then, last night, back to Philadlephia. The roads were suprisingly clear for the natural "disaster" that swept in the previous night. That is until we got to Bucks County - land of zero infrastructure and even less snowplowing capability than Miami. This morning, up at 3:30, on the plane, and back at work by 11. That's my day. I may update later because I want to talk about the idiot Harvard president and his "theories" on women's abilities in science. We'll start with this article.