I was really enjoying myself on Sunday while snowboarding at Giant's Ridge. Just me and the hill (we're not going to call it a Mountain. I don't even know if it's really a Ridge) and some fresh, fresh air.
I ran into my old friend Janel from International Falls and we took a few runs together. She said something about how she loves to snowboard, but was skiing that day because she's without health insurance. And suddenly I realized I. DON'T. HAVE. HEALTH. INSURANCE. What a way to ruin a great day. From then on I couldn't stop picturing my leg breaking.
(Of course I had to put the kibosh on maneuvers like this):
Isn't that what you thought of, right away? No insurance?! What about LEG breaking? You are correct.
So I'm telling this story at work, and my friend Lori goes, "there goes your hip." Hip! Seriously? Now I gotta deal with broken HIP jokes?