Oh, the great snowstorm of '12. It's really quite entertaining, watching Pacific Northwesterners react to this much snow. They act like they've never seen it before, even though (surprise surprise) it actually happens every year. Maybe not to this degree, but it still happens. We hit some snowfall records this time around, just for our small corner of the country. Best part of all? Getting to experience it all with my insanely giddy, hyped up Phoenician fiancé.

A few hours (okay, that's wishful thinking, it was about 30 minutes) into our first snow outing...

(think:: sketchy sleds, snowboards, and a very steep road)...

while I was busy running back to the house, getting my camera, and meandering back down the driveway, taking photos...

drew does this to his hand: so we went to the hospital, where it is confirmed that he has broken his fifth metacarpal clean through. So they gave him some pain meds and a "room" in the hallway... ... and two nurses and an orderly tried very hard to set the bone, but it wouldn't stay in place. So they told him he has to get surgery to place the bone properly, to take place the next week.

[Fast forward, surgery is finished and all is well. He has a fantastically enormous wrap thing around his hand to keep it from moving. We're hoping for a cast on Friday.]