The greatest idea I had all weekend was NOT the 30 cans of PBR.
Nor was was it having hot dogs delivered to that one dive bar that DIDN'T smell like b.o.
It wasn't even all that cheese I picked out at the grocery store.
Nope, my greatest idea of the weekend was suggesting to Heather Anne that maybe she should go over and ask that nice little boy and his father if she could have a ride on their sled.
Which she did: