For the first time ever, Wyatt went to Brianhead to ski WITHOUT ME on the mountain. I missed him terribly, and this is what I wish I would have been able to see...
What I'm glad I didn't see was my husband taking off one of the ramps in the snowboard park, looking down and realizing one of his skis was missing, and getting ready for a nasty landing. In all of our years together skiing, I have barely ever seen Byron fall, let along injure himself. So I'm glad I didn't see him land on his face and wrist. From what I understand, there was blood in the snow, and for almost 2 days we thought it might have been broken. Fortunately its a really bad sprain and he has to keep it in a black S & M corset looking wrist guard. Oh and I guess there is a small bone in his wrist that has the potential for breaking off later on. Fun times, fun times! Poor hubby. For some reason, he thinks its ok to still go hunting, but that he doesn't have to do the dishes anymore. Hmmmm, you're not dead, Sweetheart.
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13 years ago
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