Dude, Snowboarding is HARD

...just a quick post, because the UC ethics quiz I was just forced to take really rammed home the point about personal work on university time.

The BF and I (of course there's a BF; you think I've been working all this time?) went up to the mountains this weekend to do a little snowboarding. Well, he did a little snowboarding - I mostly slid down the mountain on my ass. Please remember - I grew up in INDIANA. If you need something milked or shoveled, I'm your girl, but it's a little short on things like, oh, MOUNTAINS. I did get a feel for snowboarding eventually, after about five runs, and BF and I even did the last run together, albeit through a red haze of pain.

I was going to take pictures of me in all my snowboarding glory, but we never got around to it. BF said I looked totally cute, so you'll just have to imagine it. On the other hand, I WAS tempted to post a picture of my ass. Seriously. It's BROKEN. There's nothing remotely prurient about it - it's totally medical looking, like an illustration in a textbook about what not to do to your ass.

...I'm sure blogger has rules or something about not posting pictures of your butt, regardless of how gruesome they are. Lucky you.