While this was getting published here, Hubby and I were here:
on I-70. boy is that one long, BORING stretch of highway.
and here:
in front of our condo-type-place. we liked it.
and here:
my calm face belies my frantic insides. skiing on greens is treacherous stuff.
and here, but not really here, if you know what I mean. I mean: I did not ski on a black. My green slope just happened to pass in front of this sign.
yep, a good 10' away is all the closer i got.
but most of all, I just liked being anywhere he was:
my handsome husband.