Last Thursday, when I arrived at work, The Swede told me that he had a crazy idea. He thought that we should wrap up a couple of things at the office, go home and pack a weekend bag, pick up Jambo at preschool, then head up to the mountains. He had had a significant birthday earlier in the week, so saying no was out of the question. Six hours later we were in Sälen.
The Swede was also awesome, obviously, and rocked the dang slopes with his stylish outfit.
We skied both Friday and Saturday, but also squeezed in two trips to the water park, three after ski parties, a couple rounds of bowling, a visit to the lodge's playland, some gaming, lots of relaxation, and plenty of good food. Also, we slept a lot because we were all pooped at the end of three busy days.
Not only did Jamie kick my butt at skiing, he was a significantly better bowler. Good thing I hadn't much ego to speak of to begin with.