New Year's Baptism By Ice Water

My second favorite part of my Christmas trip to Arizona was New Year's Day. The night before, I broke my personal Anti-Barbie/Sagan Treaty and had a lovely time playing "Superman-Naked Barbies-Rubber Chicken"; I beat my brother-in-law soundly at Scrabble; and oh my heavens, you should try the bacon wrapped water chestnuts! Midnight smooching, staying up lateR to discuss boring adult matters; kind of sleeping, kind of trying to keep the kids in their beds.

The next day, Greg got up first (his bladder is a big whiny baby compared to mine!) and I hid under the blankets. NOTHING was gonna get me up until I was good and ready (or my bladder ruptured).

Around 9ish Greg wonders in and makes me an offer I can't refuse:

The water was about 54 degrees Fahrenheit, if I recall right. (Cold is usually defined as 70 or less).

"One. Two ... on three or after? One, two, three, jump. OK? Don't not jump, Mr. I mean it!"

"Holy .... Moses on a pancake!" were my exact thoughts, I believe. It was a spiritual experience.

Sagan peeking at us - What the wha ...? I wanna play in the pool too!

Well, that was fun. If you zoom in, you can see Crichton filming the whole thing on his Flip Camera from Santa, but he deleted the footage to make room for the new Star Wars movies he's working on. I went in to shower and I used all the hot water (sorry Arizona, I know you're a desert and we're supposed to conserve water ... but wow, I was cold.)

Tune in Tomorrow for my #1 favorite part of Christmas Vacation to Arizona 2009 (that I took pictures of).