Christopher's been antsy to go snowboarding all season, and we finally had a good opportunity. So here we are in Squaw Valley, CA.
Today I went skiing for the first time in (roughly) 18 years.
First, I remembered how to ski. I'm not bad, actually.
Then, I remembered why I quit skiing. I hate it. It's cold, the boots are like torture devices attached to your feet, you can't walk, and the chair lifts suck. Oh yeah, and did I mention my mom broke her back skiing about 18 years ago?
Tomorrow, I think I'll try cross-country. Or maybe visit the spa.
Tonight, we lost one entire 6-pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale to a faulty grocery bag.
While not reaching the tragic proportions of, say, the Asian tsunami or the end of Cher's touring career, this is a very sad day. We've established a charitable fund to help rebuild our beer supply. Former President Gerald Ford will be our spokesperson. Please consider making a tax-deductible donation today.