Trysil opened the trails two days early, so my Halloween morning is already carved up and groomed — cheeks burning, heart going, nobody else out here but me. This counts as a treat, right, sugarplum?
Trysil opened the trails two days early, so my Halloween morning is already carved up and groomed — cheeks burning, heart going, nobody else out here but me. This counts as a treat, right, sugarplum?
Thirty years of Ghosts of Christmas Eve and TSO just announced the full anniversary tour — lasers, pyro, the whole spectacle. My coffee went cold because I've been circling dates like a man possessed. Tell me you'd come scream the guitar solos with me, sugarplum.
Something about the night before Halloween has me wide awake and the fire's not helping one bit. Walk in on me right now, sugarplum — what's your first move?
The costume box just settled the Halloween question — devil horns, crimson suspenders, and nothing else worth mentioning. Naughty enough for your party, sugarplum, or should I keep going?
Fresh piece is off the bench and the only thing left is finding out if it feels as good as it looks — workshop's still warm and I'm not putting anything back on yet. Care to be the first volunteer, sugarplum?
Well, Reykjavik found a way to break my heart politely — their big Christmas market opens the weekend after my flight home. So the cabin is throwing its own market this year, and the opening attraction doesn't need a stall. First in line, sugarplum?
Forecast says the first real snow hits the mountains this week, and my porch just got the preview — the shirt didn't survive the first flakes. Come warm these hands up, naughty elf?
Trysil's early-snow trails open in just over a week, so the skinny skis are coming down from the loft — dust everywhere and I'm already working up a sweat. Five kilometers of groomed snow with my name on it. Come break trail with me, naughty elf?
Last name just went on the Reykjavik list and my schedule is officially sealed — every night accounted for, and one of them is guaranteed to get me in trouble. Guess which one, sugarplum, and the seat next to mine is yours.
Halloween's creeping closer and the porch pumpkins are getting the full Kinky treatment — this one's grin came out properly wicked and there are three more waiting. Guess what else these hands are good at carving, naughty elf?