The day before the wedding, we took a chance and went skiing. There was fresh powder and conditions were just right. We had two tasks: to have fun and to not get hurt. I completed both while Sean failed the last. He heard a pop come from his shoulder as he landed wrong off a jump. It was our last run, of course, and he is still paying for his silliness. However shortly after the accident, we thought he might have dislocated his shoulder. It just reminded me that boys will always be boys.
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Okay, I know it was a busy trip, but seriously? How much did you cram into this trip???
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