Saturday, January 23, 2010
Our Friday consisted of a last-minute ski trip to a nearby mountain resort. The girls attended ski school instead of homeschool and loved every minute of it. And I'm proud to say that after a 12-year skiing hiatus, I hit the slopes hard. I went down all the runs but one - a steep, narrow, icy mogul hill. I talked really big. I wasn't going to go home without going down that run. Then, my husband and I stood at the top, looked at each other, and made our way back up the hill to go down an alternative way. Yep. I had to eat humble pie for dinner. However, I was actually alive and able to eat dinner, which may not have been the case had I, in my rusty, out-of-practice ski-legs, attempted that hill.
Posted by Queen Bee at 11:31 AM