Because it is a balmy six below zero and the snow keeps falling, the ski slopes are totally fab! Donna has invited Sherrine for a lovely day skiing on Labrador Mountain. We drive the 60 miles on black ice and have to stop at every restroom on the thruway, as Sherrine has 'to go' every twenty seconds. A man in a sixteen wheeler keeps honking his horn and making somekind of weird gestures with his fingers because we are traveling at about 3 MPH and he can't get around us. So we just smile and wave back. We finally arrive 6 hours later.
Oh Jeez...ha ha ha, I can't do this, Sherrine! Tee hee, I'm choking on my tea. Skiing? Har Har hardee har har!
Can't you see us dressed like Michelon Men with our feet screwed into long slippery fiberglass slabs...weilding sharp pointy poles, impaling and castrating everyone we pass as we head for the fir trees that line the slopes...
okay. Donna and Sherrine toss the skis and hobble into the lodge looking like space aliens. We plop down in front of the fire and Sherrine discreetly fetches her 'medicinal rum' from her purse as Donna thinks she feels a canker sore coming on. I swish, then swallow. Swish then swallow, then swallow. Then swallow. I cannot feel my lips and this is a good thing. They both decide skiing is not for them and think about taking up gymnastics. I mean, how hard could it be to run 25MPH down a slippery run way, jump on a springboard then do four and a half twists and a back bend while in the air, over a hard, leather vault?
Owwy. Really. Owwy, owwy. Okay, Donna and Sherrine grab a bed buddy, a heating pad, three blankets, a down quilt, four bags of Hershey's Kisses and watch a good movie...Women in Prison II.
fibro, menieres disease, RLS, anxiety disorder, disc compression, scoliosis, spinal stenosis TMJ Meds: Lexapro and valium
Post Edited (vestabula) : 1/24/2009 9:30:30 AM (GMT-7)