So I have this awful cold and the day begins cold and raw and sleeting and it's simply miserable. But then it starts to snow a bit, and lunchtime rolls around, and after some nice chicken soup I think, well, maybe I'll head on over to the mountain and take a few runs. So I put on all my ski clothes, gather up all my gear and drive on over. I get out of the car, and it's starting to sleet again and I'm feeling stuffy and achy, and it's cold and wet, and I think, "I must be nuts." So I get back in the car, drive to the pharmacy to buy some nasal spray, and drive back home.
Am I obsessed with skiing?
Maybe :o .
But maybe not. I did come home.
Am I obsessed with skiing?
Maybe :o .
But maybe not. I did come home.