Bare Booty in the Snow

Pin It Now! We headed to Reno for Thanksgiving to celebrate with my cousins on my dad's side of the family. My dad's only sister had 8 kids when she died at the age of 34 of cancer. Pat (who hosted Thanksgiving) is one of those 8 kids. We have been celebrating Thanksgiving with them for over 30 years in our hometown, Reno, or Las Vegas.

(This is my Uncle "Pop-Pop" who is the dad to those 8 kids. He is 88 and flew in from Las Vegas!)

The 4 1/2 hour drive to Reno took us about 7 hours due to the snow, an accident, and chains required. One of the highlights of the drive was when we were at a dead standstill for 45 minutes. People were out of their cars milling around. A woman came over and made a comment about "What if you have to go to the bathroom?" She was probably about 28 years old and was high. So I offered to hold up Lydia's Care Bear blanket for the young druggie as sort of a blocker so she could go in the snow. I held up the blanket, she stepped into about 3 feet of snow . . . and then fell back into it. Bare booty. I had to help pull her out of it. Bare booty (hers, not mine). I don't know why I didn't pee my pants laughing at the time. But when we finally got back in the car and started moving I kept having random outbursts of laughter. Laughed so hard I . . . cried. Several times.

And my mom and dad were in the car behind us so I called my mom to relive the story and she cried. She cried especially hard because she said she saw that bare booty and then just looked away.

And the rest of our trip was good and fun too. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of that fateful squat in the snow, but here are some others . . .

(Lydia was in heaven with her cousins Kara and Corinne. She slept in their beds and they did her makeup.)

**Did anything make you laugh until you cried during your Thanksgiving adventures?

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