next year mr ebb and i will be ski jumping ...

unfeasible ski feat, originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

With our holiday almost over, mr ebb and I are already planning the next getaway. We're thinking of a costumed re-enactment of a ski tragedy in Chamonix as pictured in this period poster extolling the virtues of fresh air and sensible exercise suitably clad.

wtf!!!!!?

With a corset that tight I doubt if the lady pictured has even enough breath to launch, let alone get to the top of the piste. And don't get me started on the skinny wooden skis, voluminous skirt and free heels assembly (or maybe she just parachutes down to land?). Both look like they've had their bottom jaws bandaged tight shut to stifle the protest before they were pushed off down the launch pad. Gee those crazy victorians!

Anyway, it was the last day of our holiday. The Wee Guy got to the top of the mountain on the white knuckle chairlift ride of doom aka the Comet and made it down safely for hot chocolate at the kids' ski hut (thank you Roland! i'll forgive you now for teaching the wee guy that kissing is sissy - we've had an entire evening of discussion about whether that activity is cool or not, who he should kiss and whether kissing girls is yucky or not!) while mr ebb and I got steeper and deeper among the trees off the Alpine Meadows chair.
whew! run on sentence much?

so it's home tomorrow - pray for no snow pls
meanwhile, small video of wee guy skiing and making airplane noises