She didn’t even want to go snowboarding. She hates the cold and she doesn’t even really like nature. But Meg did like going shopping. And since Charlie was being so thoughtful by putting a new outfit and board on his card, she figured she’d let him pamper her. “These foot warmers are so soft!” and “I like it over here by the fireplace.” This snowboarding thing wasn’t so bad. That was until she actually went snowboarding. It was like standing on top of the Empire State Building, strapping a surfboard to your feet and hoping for the best. Yes, Meg was crying on the side of the trail while eight year old kids rode past her going what felt like 50 mph. And yes, Meg was hanging off the ski lift, refusing to let go, even though she was only 2 feet off the ground. “I hate snowboarding. I want to go home!” It was OK though because Charlie understood. Didn’t he?
Jan 29th, 2009 by Last Night's Garbage | Comments Off