Today, we drove up to Mass (we live in CT) to meet my in-laws at a restaurant for brunch. We're scooting up 91. "Hey, this is like heading to Mt. Snow.........awwwww
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) On the road to this particular establishment is a ski shop I used to go to when I was younger. "Let's stop there after we eat hon...and see if they have any of those Reusch mittens" I said to my wife.
So we roll in there after the meal and scope it out. Looked the same as it did......but they had lots of shiny new skis! Guy asks if we need help, I tell him we're just looking. He comes back and I ask: "How much for these Public Enemy's?" Him: "$250".....Me: "Flat, right?" Him: "Yep.....but I'll toss in a set of Markers for $110"... My brain computes...."hmmm, I could walk out of here with a brand new set of twin tips for under 4 bills..............
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.....Purple boots dumbass." So I start bugging him about boots; which they had for a good price. We ended up not getting anything. They had no reusch mittens either.

But I got the guys card since he's a boot fitter.
BUT! There's a silver lining to this story. I just snagged new skis 3 weeks ago. Not once did my wife do this:

or say: "You just got skis!" I mentioned maybe hitting a ski swap and finding some twins there. "That's not a bad idea...you'll be using them to run over those box things like you did 2 weeks ago." My wife, my partner in crime.

Thank God she understands.
