So here’s the thing – I don’t really like cold weather.
If I had my choice, I’d rather be on a cruise somewhere in the Caribbean.
My husband, however, prefers the snowy slopes of, well…anywhere. He took off for Utah the day after Christmas to log some time on his snowboard before the end of the year.
I’ve never skiied or snowboarded in my life, so I don’t fully understand the impulse or rush to hurl myself down a mountain side. Admittedly, I got a little snow envy when the Hubs sent the following pictures yesterday –
I do, however, think I’d make a GREAT lodge bunny. I’m very good at reading, drinking hot cocoa (or tea), booking spa appointments, and napping.
The last time I was on a snowy mountain slope was in 2002 when my friend Eva took me for a day trip to the Austrian Alps. Here’s proof:
I don’t even remember how cold it was.