Recently I had the pleasure of driving from Irvine, California to Orem, Utah.
D2 sat in the front seat and kept me company the entire way home. For the first 4 hours from Irvine to Las Vegas this meant non-stop chatter. At one point, she asked,
"Mom, do you ski with sticks or without?"
"Neither," I replied.
"What?" she asked. My little snow bunny was certain she had heard me incorrectly. Growing up in the state with unarguably the best snow on earth, she has been in countless snowboarding lessons and enjoyed many hours at a local ski resort.
I, however, was raised in Iowa. Although the Hawkeye state is known for many great things, powdery ski slopes is not one of them.
"Neither," I repeated. "I've never been skiing."
"Snowboarding?" she asked.
"No," I confirmed.
"No skiing either?" she double checked.
"No. No skiing. No snowboarding."
Shaking her head in disappointment, she sympathized,
"What kind of life have you lived?"