I Love you Butt Hill

Thursday, March 12th. Snow shoe to butt hill with my little man & Big Erin. What a beautiful, sunny day. Lander brought his sled and soon we had wished we had brought ours along. I am not sure what is more amazing, looking up butt hill or looking down once you have ascended her. I met her 10 years ago in the summer time. Up we would climb, some days 5 times. Many friends have come along, and always there was my friend and walking partner of 10 years Big Erin, MOWreen, recently found out another name, Rongo Pongo. When I am in my fifties, I want to be going like this woman. I was twenty something when she would trudge up that baby, orgasm breaths all the way. You go Sista! Butt Hill will keep that little tush looking young & tight, so that is why I declare aloud, "I LOVE YOU BUTT HILL!"
We really should name her. BABS? hmmmm