One of the things that stresses me out about skiing is the sheer volume of stuff that is required for it. To combat the morning chaos, I now have a routine where I set out all our items the night before and that has helped us tremendously.
Usually.
We invited Jamie’s brother Chris to Loveland Ski Area with us for his birthday. He arrived early that Saturday morning (never happens) and we had planned to drive to the mountain soon thereafter.
Until Bode’s glove was nowhere to be found and we tore apart the house looking for it.
I was positive I had set it out the night before so its whereabouts was a real head-scratcher. Had Fat Kitty eaten it? Was I officially out of my mind? Bode had lost his back-up pair of gloves and touque the week before so it was a do-or-die situation.
Or rather, a find-it-or-freeze-your-hands-off scenario.
After about 20 minutes of looking, my wise husband investigated Bode closer.
“Bode, what is that?”
“What is what?”
“That lump underneath your ski pants!”
Bode looked down and sure enough, there was a subtle lump near his calf. Sheepishly, he removed his ski pants to discover the MIA glove.
A stellar start to Uncle Chris’ birthday, wouldn’t you agree?
Stay tuned tomorrow for why our Loveland Ski Area adventures were “the best kind of stupid.”
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