ice storms rule supreme

So last night me and a friend decided to do some midnight sledding...on our backs or in plastic bins. Conventional sleds were used as well, and were the most thrilling, as they'd launch those brave enough to use 'em across the street at the bottom of my hill(seriously wouldn't hit the street at all) and into the next yard, into a stupid pole thats randomly in the middle of the yard...or an even stupider golfball-shaped mailbox.



We'd race sometimes, and like all races I've been in, I won 'em.