Saturday, April 13, 2013

My only ski day

Be proud of me.
I actually bit the bullet, and got my sorry butt out on the slopes. 
I didn't even regret it.
Pretty sure if you asked Derek, even he would tell you that I was very pleasant. 
No yelling, crying, flailing, swearing, pouting, or any one of the natural outbursts that occur when Kristen and skiing decide to co-mingle. 

Absolutely gorgeous day!

This happened.
And then this happened. Fair trade. Best part of the month of March. 
We bathed in the sun for a bit before heading home. 

Tundra don't care.

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