The family and I are going skiing this
weekend. And truth be told, I'm not a good skier. I'm just good enough to
leave a trail of yellow snow behind me while I trigger a massive avalanche and scream at everything in my vicinity. Yeah, I'm that person on the slopes, the stay-the-hell-away-from-crazy-lady-falling.
Anyway, I'm trying not to imagine all the horrific ways I could bite it
this weekend while locked into those dreadful death-boots. Trouble is, I'm a writer which
means, I have no control over my hyperactive imagination. The only thing that
could make skiing any fun, is if instead of ski poles, they gave me lightsabers.
Yeah, I want to go down the fricken mountain like this...
...then maybe, skiing would be fun. (;
Have a good and safe week/weekend. I'll see you next week for IWSG and a very special REVEAL!
