Me and My Big Head

My darling friends just emailed us the pics from the ski trip and I thought I'd share them with you. Let's start with how I look when I first put on the jacket, shall we? (We're in a giant sled on our way to a mountaintop restaurant.) (That's not my hair, it's fur, but wouldn't it be funny if it were my hair?)




And here's how I look after traveling through a blizzard in a giant sled (note that my jeans are soaked up to my thighs):



If I look like I'm up to something in that picture, it's because I am. I was surreptitiously making a snowball which I then pelted at the photographer. He returned the favor by kicking snow in my face while I was making a snow angel. "You kicked snow in the face of a fallen angel," I declared, "God will punish you for this!"

He wasn't scared.

We went snowmobiling on the last day. It was miserable. I was colder than I'd ever been in my life. That's me, in the black-and-white with my face entirely covered up. I was doing the "Hook 'Em Horns" symbol, in case you couldn't tell (you can't). Something's wrong with an outfit that impedes the "Hook 'Em Horns" symbol. Something's even wronger with a place that forces you to wear an outfit that impedes the "Hook 'Em Horns" symbol. Oh, and my butt was wet from sitting on a snowmobile. Soaked through. Miserable. And, I had to use the restroom but there were only outhouses (and I refused to 'drop trou' and go outside). I had to wait several hours before I had access to a restroom, and it was a port-a-potty. Have you ever tried to avoid touching anything in a port-a-potty while wearing ski clothes? Miserable.



Here's us at the restaurant. We are warm. We are in front of a fire place. Fun, fun, fun!



This is me and my friend at a restaurant in Vail. We are happy because we are warm (and the music was great).



This is me and Husband and my friend after the first day of skiing. I am miserable because I am cold. I am hiding it well. I think, if you know me, you can detect the relief on my face that the day is over.



As the days wore on, my 'after ski' smile was more like a scowl. I think four days is too long in the cold for me. Next time, I'm hitting the slopes after 2 when it's half price. That way I'll only have two hours to ski. Perfect.

I think Husband's perception of me has changed. He nicknamed me "Tiny Whiney" on the trip. My friend's husband nicknamed me, "High Maintenance". Neither of these sound particularly flattering BUT...

...I bet they don't ask me to go skiing again! ;)