When it finally occurred to me to glance up from my perfect crouch, the pole was headed straight at me. I leaned hard to the right, and there was the snow bank. Obviously, the rental guy gave me the wrong color boots.
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I am clueless about skiing, but I would definitely blame my troubles on the boots! Love your opening.
ReplyDeleteStole the action from my daughter. I went skiing once in the early 70's.
DeleteThanks for the love, Jennifer!
Pretty sure I've done this... :)
ReplyDeleteNobody to blame but the boots, Cameron!
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