Shreddin' the Gnar, Bruh

On Saturday it was FINALLY time to pull out all of the gear and get our ski bums up to Beaver. I haven't ski'd in like 8 years so the fact that I was even able to sorta keep up w was pretty much a miracle.

I managed getting stuck in the powder where a verrrryyyy nice (looking) guy helped me out. Some would think fate, right? That he helped me back up and then we ski'd off into the forest together. But it wasn't. No, it was more like me thanking him, wiping the frozen hair from my face and whizzing past him cause I'm such an idiot I didn't even try to make convo or anything. But after he saw me yard sale like 2 minutes later I figured it was probably better he didn't know my name.

It was a very productive day. In fact so productive up there in the pow that I passed out the minute we got home and have no recollection of walking in the door. That's when you know it was good.

Plus I'm still trying to decide if this actually happened cause it sounds so weird.

I ran to Wal Mart at like 11 cause I always save my grocery shopping for the very last hour of the week before the Sabbath. Am I right people? Aint nobody got time for grown up responsibilities. While I was making the most important decision in that store, which kind of cheeze its to buy, this cool guy named Edgar pulled up his cart next to mine and struck up a conversation about what cheeze it is healthier which led to an immediate break to ask for my number. Get off Tinder everyone and get to Wal Mart quick! The cheeze it aisle is where you find em;)

Love, Lundie