As the wife of a Professional Ski Patroller, I get a free annual pass.
That is cool.
But today -- opening day -- feels more appropriate for sitting in the cabin, smelling the chilli that is bubbling in the crockpot, and I feel guilty about that.
That is one wacked out sense of obligation I'm feeling, for sure.
The car is packed, the chores are (mostly) done.
It's opening day.
I have bad-weather friendships to maintain (You know, those people you only see in the winter?)
And a husband to stalk. (that is, MY husband...not just any husband)
New boots to try.
Thanksgiving Dinner calories to burn.
.... ~yawn~ ....
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