I love soup. I think mostly because it is so easy to make (and easy to eat, according to Jerry Seinfeld. Ever seen the "Soup Nazi"?) I love picnics almost as much as I love soup. I love Jus almost as much as I love picnics. Just kidding. I love him a lot more than picnics (and soup). Friday night was a delicious combination of those three favorite things of mine. We spread a blanket out on the floor, turned on some nature sounds (courtesy of the camper who left his video camera out in the forest for ten minutes and then put it on YouTube), and ate some yummy soup. To top it all off, we went to the grocery store and got soft serve ice cream. Did I mention that ice cream is my fourth favorite thing?
Saturday night found my husband and me on the slopes. Remember my worries about getting off of the lift (let alone getting down the mountain). Well... lets just say I made it off the lift a little more "gracefully"; and by "gracefully" I mean, I didn't shriek and swear while tumbling out of the lift. This time, I managed to keep my balance for a second, and then fell over. However, I did make it off once without falling. Progress. As a side note, I made it down the mountain on our last run with only one tumble, thanks to my husband/incredibly dashing and "mega cool" snowboard instructor. ;) Yeah, he's pretty great.
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