Skiing in June

It is good to have a few laughs when you are cleaning out clutter. If you didn't you would be so hopelessly overwhelmed that you might sit down on a pile of junk and cry. Just now, while sorting clothes that were to go back into the guest room, we discovered something that looked a lot like a ski suit. As Adam looked at this huge, puffy, black unitard of a garment he said "That isn't a ski suit. That is...something that I must put on right now." As he was putting it on I tried to remember who loaned this to us or where we got it. After seeing it on and Adam confirming that it actually is "ten times hotter than the sun" we collectively decided that we are doing someone a favor by throwing it out. Should they ever ask for it back and then go skiing we will surely be saving them from some horrible vacation pictures and quite possibly helping them avoid looking like a main actor in a "Friday the 13th type ski movie". Oh but wait. Adam has decided to keep it. It is now back in the closet with my wedding dress. How nice.