We went to Cypress this Sunday, and got lost not once, but twice, down the same run. There was no escaping the diamonds.
It’s always a good day when I get to go skiing, no matter how tired/stressed/angry/ANYTHING I am. It’s like I’ve entered a whole new world (like Aladdin whisking Jasmine into the air on his magic carpet). On the other hand, I’ve been sighing all day at work. Make the phones stop ringing, and stop sending me emails!
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