I do, I do! . . .But of course the husband snowboards, and hasn't put on skis in about 13 years. ;) That said, I probably have gotten a little bit better than he when it comes to snowsports in general.
While he still corners the market on bigger conjones (even in conditions where he is in over his head, like narrow, rocky 45+-degree chutes at Whistler), I can usually manage the same terrain with a deep breath and better style and finesse than his all-out muscle-ing of the conditions. Let's just say that we faced a few cornices this winter which I (somewhat to my own surprise) hopped over with some level of aplomb and stuck landings which, while maybe not textbook, were relatively pretty. . . and he ended up on his caboose (though not hurt) in selfsame locations. One or two wins for the *girl team!*
Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that I haven't held a steady job (aside from being a mom, starting two-and-a-half years ago) for about five years, and I have been lucky enough to have spent a LOT of time skiing, much of that time alone, with ex-racer friends, and one-on-one with instructors (lucky me). While I have always been an athlete and a pretty strong skier, I have pushed my own envelope and improved both technique and ability to embrace wild and wooly terrain.
Let's just say that my husband used to have to cajole me down the scary stuff and wait for me at the lift, maybe 10 years ago. Not anymore!