Getting Told by a Four-Year-Old

We were at the pool and I was French braiding my hair when I noticed McKenzie looking intently at my armpits.  Finally she asked, "What are those things?"  Correctly divining that she meant the 2 mm stubble that I had been too lazy to shave, I replied, "What, you mean hairs?  Those are hairs." "Why?"  "Well, because I didn't shave them."  "Why?"  "Um, because . . . I just didn't get to it today."  Silence.  Then, "Can you put your arms down? I don't like to see those . . . hairs."

Group Email Hilarity

I am planning a trip out to some mountains to do 14ers this weekend.  Naturally, I start up a big group email about the subject--and it gets crazy.  WHY does it get crazy?  Is it me?  I am reminded of other group email threads I have started that have quickly gotten out of hand; maybe it's my fault somehow.  I still find it amusing, though.  One person just replied with a preference to hike something other than a 14er on Saturday!  Um . . . :)  Yesterday someone else replied wanting to go to a beer festival at Keystone--I am all for beer, but really.  People.  Let's just bag some peaks.