Full disclosure, I'm not actually sure I know how to ski or snowboard.
Don't get me wrong, I can ski and snowboard. I do the latter quite well, actually. However, knowing how to do something and actually doing it, when it comes to riding a piece of fiberglass down a slick surfaced hill can be quite different things.
I bring this up this week because for the second consecutive year I've taken on the role of instructor in my personal relationship. In my younger years, I was repulsed by the idea of dropping all that coin on a lift ticket to hang around and spend 30 minutes a run on the bunny slope. However, now that there's a diamond sitting on her finger and the venue deposit has been cashed, I figure I can devote a day or two of shredding to get my fiance back on the hill.
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