I thought I would brighten your day by sharing an episode from our lives this past week.  It really is too humorous not to share.  The subject will go unnamed as it could make life difficult for her, however, it is not myself or my handsome hunk of humanity.

This episode begins with Unnamed wanting to enjoy the day off work and take puppy dog for an outdoor adventure.  Unnamed thought cross-country skiing would be great to try.  Unnamed donned my ski boots, gathered skis and headed off down the road.  Upon arriving at the selected place of extreme joy and adventure, the driver became distracted and drove into a snow drift, requiring a kind fellow with a truck to pull the stranded vehicle out.  Once parked in a safe spot, Unnamed proceeded to hook up to the equipment of choice for this said adventure.  What was to be a simple procedure turned into a very frustrating turn of events…one that saw Unnamed “nearly lose my salvation!”  With that, the skis were tossed back in the vehicle and the hike was taken in cross-country ski boots only!  The cloud of frustration was brought home as the story was recounted.  (It is a good thing there was a Tim’s nearby or the cloud may have been much larger.)  I assumed, as they were my skis, that I just had a magic touch and they only preferred my feet.

Several days later, Unnamed mentioned the skis were still in the vehicle and should come out before work.  I then reminded Unnamed that the skis were already out and on the front porch where they normally are (I was just looking at them the day before).  I was then given the look that said “you are old, senile, and have two heads.”  As I watched to see how I could revel in the fact that I was right – mother’s usually are…somehow, I was shocked and confused…and then hysterical to see my downhill skis being pulled from the back of the vehicle.  It all started to make perfect sense.  You cannot put a cross-country ski boot into a downhill ski!!  Can you imagine how heavy those suckers would be trying to go uphill?  In her defense she is a snowboarder.  (I do apologize to any boarders that aced the childhood toy requiring you to put the square shape in the square hole not the circle or star shape.)

Am I cruel to take the misfortunes of my family and make them a public spectacle?  No, that is what makes our family tick.  Our lives are not always serious.  And if I can help you laugh during a gloomy season, I will.  Unnamed was told this could happen…when you are part of my family you need to be prepared to be an object lesson at times.  Now, I must be off to prepare my home school lesson for today (Unnamed has a day off).  We are studying winter sports.