Can you feel cold from looking at a picture?

Because Joey's off skiing with his scout troop and I swear I feel my face stinging just looking at the pictures. 

Other than one text telling me that they arrived over 1 hour later than they were planing. Which, honestly, *I* could have told you was going to happen - because if GPS tells you it takes 5.5 hours to get somewhere AND you're planning on stopping for dinner, it is not going to take you 5.5 hours from when you leave to arrive. Uh- duh. PLUS, I don't know who was planning this, but I can tell you that the time for each stop increases incrementally with the number of bodies you have traveling together. Our family of 6 take double what a family of 3 would take, assuming similar efficiency and no disabilities. But at least this was a pack of boys, take a bus full of girls and suddenly the line at the bathroom is 35 minutes long. Although, I can say in traveling with only 2 boys, sometimes the men's bathroom is not always open for speedy use, either.   For this reason, we developed a partiality for large truck stops - for big capacity bathrooms (plus plenty of room for a novice RV dragging a car driver like me to park without having to back up)

But I think I digressed.. the troop has a mom who vocally proclaims her OCD tendencies who made a facebook page and updated it with picture. It was kinda funny since we had a delay to winter here and I couldn't even remember the color of the brand new winter coat I had bought Joey. Apparently it was black or navy blue with royal blue trim. Good thing there was a sitting without the ski goggles and helmet picture or I wouldn't have know what same-as-everyone-else color coat I should be scanning for in the pictures.

But skiing was one of those few things that made winter fun. But now that my bones and muscles don't bounce back quite like they used to, I think winter is still over-rated.  Although in hearing from the inlaws, it appears their shipment of winter has also been delayed- this time last year I think the schools had already had 3 weeks of snow days added to their spring schedule.

But mommy guilt has me feeling bad that the remaining kids have no "fun" stuff this weekend, so we're running off to the movies.  Larry has introduced them to Star Wars and now that they have caught up on the rest of the 2 trilogies (what does that make that a septilogy?) we will go watch the latest.  I will lament that I am now old and Han Solo/Luke/Leia are also old. But at least I'm younger than they are.

So until next time or until the force (or computer) awakens...