I’m not saying I take pleasure in my husband’s failures, no,
no, I’m not saying that at all. But I can’t help it if a sinister laugh comes
out of my mouth when he attempts to ice skate, clutching onto the wall as I
saunter past him ... backwards.
See, despite his girlish sensitivity and affinity for nail
polish, Jeremy is a man’s man. Every sport he tries, he triumphs. And frankly,
he’s better than me at almost all of them. My secret snickers
don’t come from being competitive; I’m quite indifferent when it comes to most
competition – but it is nice to have something
I can reign over. And last weekend, when Jeremy temporarily traded his snowboard for skis, I found it.
Below is a short video of Jeremy’s humorous shortcomings in
his second-ever attempt at skiing.
And yes, someday he’ll probably be a better skier than me,
but for now, me and my sinister laugh will watch this gem over and over again.
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