|Snow shorts, Squaw|
|Margarita o'clock, me at Squaw|
Agreed. Friends, you are talking to a malapropism-spoonerism-eggcorn-loathing madwoman. One who is rendered catatonic by the lyrics of Alanis Morissette's song "Ironic" on the three-hour car ride up to Tahoe. Alanis! I am heard to say: "rain on your wedding day" is not ironic, it's just bad luck! Oh you silly sausage, I sense you thinking, why don't you just switch the radio channel when she comes on?
*At the end of the day, no I couldn't do that, I love winding myself up.
*At the end of the day, said my husband Kevin, cold burns energy. Think how much weight we lost!
Kevin and I worried about how privileged our kids are and lectured them on how they will have to pay for their own skiing one day. "Don't worry, I'm going to be a point guard in the NBA, I can pay."said Cy, eight. "Don't worry" said Harley, 14, our ever-insouciant boy "I have awesomely smart friends who'll make loads of money, they'll take care of me."
*At the end of the day, when did we lose that invincible belief in ourselves - and our friends?
|Jackson, 12, and friends Cole, Mia and Will|
I was anxious too about having paid for a rental cabin and season ski passes when we may only see one week's decent skiing.
*At the end of the day, it's a Sunk Cost said Kevin. (Sometimes it's comforting to be married to an economist...)
|End of the day at Alpine.... Kevin, Tallulah and Jackson|
*At the end of the day...isn't it ironic?