Thanks to the incredible generosity of my former boss, I'm here:
That's Breckenridge, Colorado, folks. Gorgeous.
Thanks to I Don't Know Who But If I Find Out, We Are Going to Have Words, I'm hanging out mostly with these:
Don't think I put those two Robitussin jars in for looks. I've downed an entire jar in the last 24 hours.
And also don't think that I'm letting it stand in the way of my burgeoning ski career.* I paid for those lift tickets before we got here, and I am not one to waste money.
*By burgeoning ski career, I mean, of course, eventually skiing down a beginner run with my skis parallel.
1 comments:
skiing scares the bejeezus out of me, but i blame it on growing up in the South. hope you feel better enough to hit the slopes.
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