It’s currently -2 degrees outside, and I just saw one of our neighbors snapping skis into the rack on his car.
I guess I should think he’s hardcore, but I mostly just think he’s a moron.
Seriously?
Getting old
It’s 5:07 on a Friday night, and I’m already making plans to be tucked into bed by 9.
What does that say about me?
(I’m using the fact that I’m getting up early to go backcountry skiing as my excuse, but let’s be honest here, 9 on a Friday is pretty pitiful.)