Yup. Friggin snow. My knees are sore tonight and I am waiting to see if the sun screen worked.
Hmmmmm....... Never quite understood the appeal of sliding downhill on sticks strapped to your feet. My brother took me skiing once... we rode to the top of this big hill in a chair some distance above the ground, then slid down the hill. At the bottom of the hill was a building (he called it a sleigh or something) with a beer sign in the window... I told him he could find me in there when it was time to head home. It was a ton more fun sitting in there, lookin' out the window at people fallin' on their azzes, than it was sliding down that hill and taking the chance of fallin' on my azz.
I stopped playing in the snow about the same time I got interested in girls and pickup trucks... ain't no point to it, ain't no "end" in it (shrug).
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