madpiglet
MadPiglet
madpiglet

And it such an expensive hobby too! The price of a lift, the clothes, and the equipment is why poor Stormy has never even sat in a chair lift

This!! It’s COLD out there, with the skiing! Why would you do that to yourself?

You are me

Hi mom!!!

She’s my FUTURE wife.

YES. Skiing is for the kind of people who look a giant slippery icy mountain and say, “I’m going to strap long waxed boards to my feet and plummet to the bottom of that!” The rest of us wisely snuggle by the fire and tuck into a hot toddy.

Agreed. I tried snowboarding like 3 times, and I definitely prefer shopping, drinking, and looking cute. The worst thing ever is when you’re walking around Vail Village in search of a cute lil shop with candles and soap, and it’s literally now a snowboard hat shop. Ugh. The WORST!

Except the one time I did that, I came home pregnant.

My friend actually fell something like 5 stories from a chairlift, broke her spine and ribs, and punctured a lung. No thanks.

Say ‘Hello’ to my husband while you’re there! Large, imposing with a 6yo curly top.

But what hasn’t happened to a Kennedy?

This sent me down a ski-style rabbit hole. So many looks.

After Natasha Richardson died my “maybe some day” turned in to a fuck no. I found other ways to fuck my body up but at least I’m not dead.

This is why I stick to cross-country. My parents live in Utah, but we didn’t move there until I was 17, and people are continually shocked that I don’t downhill ski. Nah, fam. I don’t want to die.

Or if you’re poor, go sledding down a low hill at the park. One without trees.

People laugh when I say I’m too old to learn to ski. I’m in my mid 20s and I feel like if you don’t learn when you’re 5 and made of rubber, it’ll just never happen.

That’s what I do, too. Let’s just say that after hitting a tree my first time, I decided that would be it forever.

Or just an incredibly difficult way to find out that snowboarding was the correct choice.

I went downhill skiing twice. I felt like I was about to die both times.

My mom asked me if I was interested in downhill skiing and I told her no. That was how Sonny Bono died.