An Evening in the Snow Fort.

What did you do last weekend? Something normal? Maybe went out to dinner or watched a movie or had drinks at a neighborhood establishment? Well, you're going to be awfully jealous when I show you how I spent my Saturday night. Actually, not so much how I spent the evening, but where I spent the evening.

My husband, The Canadian, is a man of many talents. He's creative, fun-loving, motivated, and smart.

It's a darn good thing he possesses these qualities...

Or else he wouldn't have been able to build this awesome snow fort.

I've mentioned it before on the blog, as he and his buddy Tyler built it a couple of weeks ago. But last weekend was the first time I experienced it.

Our town has received record amounts of snow this year requiring many people to shovel off their roof to avoid collapse or leaking. When Tyler decided his roof needed help he summoned The Canadian, his partner in crime, and together they set about shoveling.

Being the fun loving guys they are, it was much more exciting to make something out of all the snow they were piling.

They moved all the snow to one side of the yard and proceeded to spend hours digging out a fort.

The fort was designed to have a discreet entrance facing the front door. Wouldn't want the neighborhood hooligans taking up residence in their new hiding spot...

From the entrance, two snow stairs lead down to the snow floor.

When it was built there was plenty of room to stand. It's compressed under more snow storms so the ceiling is now around five feet high. However, the benches, seats and shelves are still intact.

The boys readily admit that most adults their age do not still build snow forts but it reminded them of their childhood and it made the torturous job of shoveling much more tolerable.

Plus, it gives them an exciting place to drink alcoholic beverages. I kind of expected them to hang a No Girls Allowed sign, but they haven't yet.

And if you light a candle the interior temperature will quickly rise above freezing and insulate the room. True story. I saw it on Discovery Channel. Okay, I didn't see it but Sally did and I always believe what she says.

It's kindda cool hanging out in a snow fort.

Drinking whiskey in a snow fort is the winter equivalent of drinking margaritas on a porch in the summer.

Right? Right.