|Slope at Gore Mountain Ski Resort, NYS|
And yes, that is a photo of a ski slope at Gore Mountain in New York State. So what do cat barf and Gore Mountain have to do with Valentine's Day?
Let me explain:
Usually dh cleans up cat barf and other disgusting things. But he is not here; he is skiing at Gore Mountain. And the ski slopes at Gore Mountain were a big test of our relationship decades ago.
We were dating, and we decided to join some of the members of dh's family at Gore Mountain for a day. Of course I can ski, I assured him. I had taken group ski classes one day with a group from college. ONE DAY.
I truly did think I could ski, but when we got to the top of the mountain and I looked down the mountain, I told him that I could not ski that well.
OMG---can anyone ski that well???
Well, future dh could, but he spent the whole day acting as ski instructor, and skiing small bits of each trail down the mountain with me following behind. He skied a bit; I skied a bit. Until I ran into something or fell down. I was very good at running into trees, other skiers and falling down. Not so good at actually skiing.
It took the whole day to get in one run. Not the day future dh had planned.
He had just enough time left to get in one run which took him all of about twenty minutes.
BUT, four decades +, two daughters, and four grandchildren later, we are still together.
I get to clean up cat barf; he gets to ski.
But that's OK. I probably owed him.