Minor mishaps

Well, we're coming to the end of our two weeks in Colorado, and - dare I say it? - all seems to be well. Let's not forget however, that the Man-Child broke his wrist on the last day of our ski week in February, so of course, there's still time.

I am sporting a fetching black and purple bruise on my right elbow but I only have my self to blame Suffering from delusions of flexibility and youth after a few glasses of Pinot Grigio, I went sledding (as they say here) with the dog and my 7 year old and well, let's just say I don't bounce as well as I used to. Good job it's winter and I'm wearing long-sleeved tops.

Oh and of course, there's the lashing I got from the retractable dog leash the night before. Still smarting from the accusation of being a "helicopter parent" (see previous post), I stepped back when the 7 year old put the dog's leash on. He didn't know that you have to attach it to the very thick loop on her collar as opposed to the more flimsy link that holds her dog tags.......which snapped as soon as she tried to break free for the hills. The dog tags went flying to goodness knows where and the leash retracted back into its case, in the fashion of a giant tape measure! Of course, since I was the one holding the leash, I was the recipient of the final whip, and was caught firmly under the right eye. I didn't know quite what had happened for a second or two, and was lucky to wake up mext morning with nothing more than a faint red mark!  It would have been a real pain explaining a black eye sustained by a dog leash!

I am still debating the idea of NY resolutions since I don't remember any of them actually being maintained past about February of each year.

How about you?

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