Skiing was chillier than usual this weekend, but I never let a little pain and numbness in my feet stop me. Saturday we do a full day of skiing and even after fifteen minutes inside I still can’t feel my extremities.
I pull my pants down and stick my butt at Captain. I order,
“Feel my butt.”
He grabs a handful of freezing flesh. He jerks his hand away,
“Is it dead?!”
Good Times with Jess 