I was standing on Sam's porch today while he and Josh smoked cigarettes, and I moved to the railing and stood upon it, looking over the giant snowbank the plow had created in Sam's front yard. I simply could not help myself...I jumped and twisted in the air, as to land on my back. I fell into the snow, and it felt absolutely wonderful. Sam: "That was cool. Let's make a fort." Me: "Right on." So Sam jumped in, and we grabbed shovels and started digging downwards. Josh stood there and retrieved things for us when we asked, including mittens, a garbage bag, a towel, and some garden tools. We finished within two and a half hours, which included a break in between for some tots and Room Raiders. The fort is now made up of a standing area outside, about four feet by four feet, and then a small entryway you duck through to enter the inner cave, about seven feet wide and three and half feet or so tall. You can comfortably fit five people inside. It's amazing. If Gabe stops by and sees it, he'll surely jump on top and ruin it, just because he likes to be a jackass like that to Sam. J'espere qu'il ne vois pas ça. I don't think I conjugated that properly at all...but who cares. YOU'RE NOT FRENCH, ARE YOU?! Non.