Balmy temperature.
Loads of rain.
Misty fog.
None of it makes for great skiing. Savvy still rocked it on the hill both days. (Sav: "Mommy, did you use to date my ski instructor, Roger. You know, before you washed away the kisses to make room for Daddy? Roger looks like someone you would have dated." I later met Roger...flattered Sav...he was a dish with great energy...even Dob agrees! Perhaps it's really a compliment for Dob.)
While Sav hustled on the hill, the rest of us, we mostly did this:
And there was also a little of this:
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Get some shades, MegaDob!
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