I'm just a little late on this ski trip post. I kind of forgot about it. Kind of like I forgot to take any pictures while in Colorado. My average for a 4-day vacation is around 450 photos. I think I took a whopping 28 pictures on this trip. Oops. But in my defense, skiing doesn't exactly give you a whole lot of photography options. You wake up; you eat breakfast. Or in our case, you eat cheese balls. You put on 24 layers of ski clothes which includes gloves that make it absolutely impossible to even hold a camera. Then you head out to the slopes where you will spend the next eight hours riding lift chairs and skiing down mountains and in our case, yelling profanity at Dan because he took you down a really hard black which was supposed to be "like an easy blue" but was ... NOT. I may not have been the one yelling, but I sure was laughing. I think Dan learned his lesson. Do not lie to women. Then after you ski eight hours you can't feel your legs or your hands or your face. So, you head back to the condo and sit on the couch by the fire in your 24 layers of ski clothes. And you laugh with your cousins and then eventually you go to bed at 9pm so that you can do it all over again the next day. Hence the reason I only took 28 pictures.
And we even decided not to be twinsies this year.
We are getting so big.