This absurd winter incident happened last year. I swear these things only happen to me. Most of my friends have heard this story already (and laughed really hard) but if anyone other than my friends is reading this post, you will get a real kick out of this one. So, this past winter season I finally decided (30+ years too late but whatever…) to learn how to ski. My husband was ecstatic because for the longest time he insisted on doing some “sporting activity” that we could enjoy as a couple. Now, I am by no means a sporty kinda gal. Sporting genes are just not in me. I can barely walk, really. But I love winter and its sports and wanted to give skiing a fair shot. Plus, if I learned how to ski even a little, I would not spend gorgeous winter days alone while my husband is “courting” the slopes.