And not too snowy. Just icy.

I'm sure that's what Eric will say. He'll say I slipped on the ice. He'll say he was five feet away. He'll say he had nothing to do with it.

And Steve? Steve is still itching to frame me for the Josie incident. He knows if it wasn't me, it was him.

So I'll just come out and say that I was taken down in an act of misplaced revenge. Eric has admitted he "swept the legs" to get back at me. And he laughed when I bounced off the ice and nearly slid down the bank into the creek.

Luckily, the blood running down my arm inside my sleeve wasn't enough to derail my trip and the crampons on my felt were sharp enough to dissuade any further attacks.

But now Eric better look out.

And I better get an alibi.