ski bunny.

Last night I had a dream that James Taylor was playing a shepherd in a church play I happened to be at.

I ran into him at one point, in his costume, and he told me he liked my blog.

In my dream, I was ecstatic, but then horrified, since that meant he could see all of my proclamations of love to him.

Upon waking up and thinking on this, I still wish he showed up at plays and read my blog.

Anyway.

I have never been so happy to see the weekend stretched out in front of me, even though I know today will be long and before I know it, it’ll be Monday again.

But let’s not dwell on that.

JW and I are going skiing in Madison this weekend.

JW and I haven’t been skiing since high school, but this doesn’t seem to be stopping us.

In fact, the last time I consistently skied was when I was in middle school, and to be honest, that was more about trying to sit next to a cute boy on the bus ride and also flirting and eating french fries in the cafe.

I’m just being honest.

During that regular interval of ski trips, I fell off a chair lift (at the end though, no cause for alarm), ran into a slow down sign (not even joking), and fell so hard I went flying out my skis at least a half dozen times.

I did not excel at slowing down.

In any case, I have decided that I have more coordination and less distractions this time around (although there is a bus ride involved, and I could go for some french fries…), that I will be a less disastrous skier.

There’s nothing like the power of positive thinking, right?

And if not, we’ve got a brewery tour scheduled on Sunday.

Nothing like craft beers to take away the pain, chickens.

Wish me luck, and I’ll see you on the other side.

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