What better way to spend Christmas Eve in Las Vegas than driving to Mt. Charleston with our neighbors, loading up their truck with snow, driving back home and building a freaking snowman in the middle of the street? Ok, so I didn’t even go because I had Christmas Eve cooking to do for our family dinner… but Jim and the kids went and it was hilariously weird. Of course we got a few weird looks as people drove by…but that’s how you create memories, right?
I thought he would melt quick, but he actually hung out for a few days. Until a terrible hit and run accident…


Of course a spontaneous snow ball fight ensued…













