Thank God for good coverage or I’d be in the poor house trying to get my jaw back in the right place.
No, that’s not the reason I haven’t been blogging. I don’t really have a reason. I think this has happened to me and every other bloggy person out there in January. Tis the season, ya know?
I only have 9 more days and the splint will be mine! And although I’m über excited about it, it seems to be taking a back burner excitement wise to the ski trip I’m heading on tomorrow. I can’t wait to strap two sticks to my feet and hurl my overly large body screaming down a slippery slope. I am so freakin’ crazy. Truly, when a big girl slaps on the skis, look out kiddies. Talk about beached whale … no wait, snow-drifted polar!
I don’t really mean to talk smack about myself. I actually don’t really mean it I guess. Of course I’m really overweight, but nobody has to watch out on the hill … I’m a good skier.
It’s going to be a blast. My husband has somehow convinced my parents to go with us and rented a condo on the hill. My mom will watch the short guy while we all go skiing. That way I can feel like I’m the man of the house and come home for lunch and supper to some home cooking and someone else takes care of my kid! It’ll be awesomeness!
My dad is convinced he’s going to ski with his granddaughters too. A 50+ man with a nasty heart condition, a horribly bad back/neck and bad knees is going to try to keep up with a 9 & 10 year old… uh yeah, my next post get ready to post some sympathy my friends because I can’t imagine the dumbass living through it. Then again, staying in a ski-in/ski-out place tends to have the benefit for him to be able to skip out and rest between runs in comfort – of course that comfort may be interrupted by a 2 y/o, but he’s a very cute 2 y/o.
This week will go by much too fast, but at least I’ll have had a good time.