An attempt to chronicle the exploits of a Louisiana-born ski bum living somewhere in corn country
Sunday, September 25, 2011
First, I bring her to the lake. The next step is to get her to ride in the boat while skiers are being pulled.
Done.
Despite the squniting, and a life Jacket that will fit much better next summer, she was all smiles. Ok, maybe that was not exactly a smile. but I am going to claim victory because there was no crying involved.
1 comment:
Oh.. there was crying.
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