Don’t ya just hate it when you’re right?

Why does it always take doing something stupid before you are motivated to do what you KNOW you should have done already?

Me…skiing on Sunday at Stevens Pass. A few extra ounces of courage are propelling me down the mountain thanks to a bit of scholarly advice on technique from my brother-in-law’s father-in-law.

The terrain…groomed, a.k.a. pockets of shaved ice over ice.

Me…probably going too fast, hits shaved ice, catches the wrong edge. Tumbling - a red and black ball in a spray of white fluff, shedding skis, goggles, hat, poles and anything else that isn’t part of my actual body all over the mountain. Slide, tumble, slide. Owe! Was that the back of my head smacking the ice?

Shoulda bought that helmet I’ve been thinking about getting. Duh.

PostSecret

It took two illnesses in two weeks to inspire my first PostSecret.

Call me crazy, but I’m ready to admit that I actually, really enjoy a few teaspoons of cherry cough syrup before bedtime when I get a sore throat. No really.

Kids around the world have their heads pinned to green linoleum floors so their parents can funnel spoonfuls of cough syrup down their unwilling gullets. I, on the other hand, can’t get enough of that slightly acidic, sickly-sweet, burning flavor. To make the experience last, I like to fill up the emptied plastic cup with water and drink it down, savoring the sticky residue.

When I’m queen of the world, the makers of Dimetapp and Robitussin will be required to bottle this devine elixir in 750ml bottles. Why? Because it would make stocking the cellar that much easier, naturally. We’d only need one rack for all of our liquid consumables: Wine...San Pellegrino...cough syrup...mmm!

You’re never too old to build a snowman

Because snow (and sun and anything but rain really) is such a fleeting thing in Seattle, we are masters at making the most of it. While a sunhat may be a bit optimistic, you have to admit that Keith and Cathy’s snowman is an excellent creation. 

Probably not running the Iditerod anytime soon

Vespa & Bentley actually sitting on the same piece of furniture. Not photoshopped.

Our cats have endured the the snow over the last week or more with good humor. Their paw-prints dot our yard, marking their usual travel paths. More often than not, though, we’ll find them lounging inside - in separate places of course.

Like any pair of siblings their relationship is usually confined to occupying the same house and beating each other up when the mood strikes. Imagine my surprise today when I found Bentley gently licking Vespa’s head. I froze in anticipation of the wild-eyed lunge for her jugular, but it never came. He simply moved on to licking his own leg. My astonishment was probably only matched by my mother’s on snow days when Brian and I were kids and decided to play peacefully together for once: You mean you actually LIKE? EACH OTHER?

I’m sure once the snow melts and they go back to bird hunting and other carnivorous activities that they’ll return to their regular vicious selves. In the mean time, I’m enjoying the peace.

In theory only

Dave: It’s critical that the wife’s/girlfriend’s bike is better than yours as it makes them feel special and bitch less about hills.

Karen: Still doesn’t work…

Dave: In theory only, nothing is for certain with the female species (other than bitching about hills apparently).