Breaking Promises

I am not a woman of my word. 14 years ago I made a promise to never snowboard again. I broke that promise on Thursday afternoon. Dwight planned a quick mid-week family vacation up in snowy McCall, Idaho. While we were up there we spent a day at Brundage, snowboarding. If you don't believe I did it, come over here and check out my right hip. I'm pretty sure it's broken. I also have this picture with the ski hill in the background, looking all fake and WalMart studio-ish.

You may be thinking, "it's just like riding a bike, you never forget." Well....it's not. It's a pretty big blow to your ego when you're going down the hill and get passed up by your 4 year old yelling, "stay on your heels mom". Thanks for the tip Howie.
Speaking of Howie, look how fancy he is.

I See Dead People

Howie: I saw Jesus. He came back to earth.

Me: Really? Where did you see him?

Howie: He's right over at that picnic table playing his DS.

(Cue long hair, bearded skater dude hanging out at a picnic table. Like a thief in the night.)

Do you think Jesus prefers Mario to Pokemon?