Snowme

As you all know, I went snowboarding two weeks ago in Salt Lake City, UT. All was swell, and I was a snowboarding MASTER until the last day, when I inadvertently became a snowman or snowoman (snowwoman? snow-woman? snow-wowwowow-woman!). After tumbling in snow on my ass, my face, my back, my hands, snow down my chest, snow in my shirt, in my goggles... you get the picture. I broke down in tears and angrily stomped down the mountain, venomous board of evil in hand. Luckily, B was mostly patient with the pouty, petulant version of myself. We survived two more baby runs until my spirits were mildly recovered, and I was content to give up for the day. I don't think I even burnt that many calories. SUBTERFUGE!
Anyhow, here are some photos I managed to snap before my bones and ego were completely pulverized.

This is the part where the snowboarder breaks his/her dominant leg because the snowboard is viciously susceptible to the knee-wrenching effects of gravity. 

Here I am clutching the Board of Demise. It looks harmless enough, but you should know that my smile is completely fake! EVIL. Oh, that's my sister, Denise (which is spelled a lot like demise. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!)