Mr. Sir and I have this hysterical (it's only hysterical after the fact) habit of misunderstanding each other. I'm sure we are not the only ones with this problem. I recall the funny joke my Grandpa Tom used to tell that was passed down to my Mom to tell... and now its mine to tell.

Little old couple on the porch:
Wife says, "I'm kinda proud of you, Honey."
Husband says, "What, I can't hear you?"
Wife repeats, "I'm kinda PROUD of you, Honey."
Husband says, "Well, I'm kinda TIRED of you too!"

Where is this going? Wait for it... its a good one.

A few years ago Mr. Sir and I went up to Mt Baker Ski area to go snowboarding and I was... well, lets just say unbalanced in the girl sort of way. It was an epic year and there was fresh pow to the hearts content. Mr. Sir was giddy with excitement about all the black diamond runs we were gonna leave "lines" on. I was in a panic about how I was going to die following him down Gabbi's.

Hoping not to die, I pleaded with him not to act like Clint Eastwood and drag me to my death. Furious at me for trying to ruin his fun we got into a little "spat" on the way up the winding mountain road known as HWY 542. Sigh, not wanting to be a kill joy I relented and decided to make up and conceded to follow him to my death... I mean FUN!

We found a great parking spot, geared up and road Chair 7 to the top. It was cold that day, making the snow AWESOME but the hearing a little iffy... (note family joke above) we had all the warm clothing on, including baklava's. He looked at me and waved good bye. "JERK!!!" I thought, "I made up with you and was willing to DIE for you!" (might have been those girl things influencing me) So, of course I instantly got defensive and ditched him. I headed to chair 8 and he headed to chair 5.

I felt bad and angry at the same time. I didn't want to be the one holding him back. However, my competitive nature and athletic prowess got the better of me and I was determined to be as good has he was and LEARN to ride the POW.

I headed to the safest run and spent the next 3 hours plugging in the snow and digging my ass out. If you don't ski or snowboard you have no idea how hard that is. I got the workout of a lifetime but in the end... I could ride the pow like a bro bra.

We finally met up in the lodge and he looked at me frantically and said, "I've been looking for you all day, where have you been?"
I said, "You said, ""BYE" and it pissed me off!"
He said, "I didn't say, ""BYE"" I said ""FIVE"" I was motioning you to meet me at chair 5!"
..."Ooops"

So, today was another one of those days. 

Now that we're old... at least I think we're old... just got back from a family git with 20 year olds... it made my eyes pop.

My version of what happened - 
So, I'm in my very stiff Carhartt and go to hike my leg over the short bunny fence and catch a cuff... yup flat on my back in foot and a half fluffy snow. The landing wasn't bad but trying to get up proved very ungraceful. 
I'm not sure what Mr. Sir thought I was doing but he asked, "What are you doing?" with a tone that implied I was intentionally wiggling around in the snow... I'm thinking to myself, "I'm trying to get up, don't go out of your way to help! ...Oh, gawd, he thinks I'm making a really bad snow angel!"
Hindsight: 
It reminded me of the good old days... those days where my feats of physical prowess was epic. I was faster and stronger. But... this time my MIND worked with wisdom.... I knew not to resist and to fall with grace... just like age. I heard the Rice Crispy sounds as I landed and thought, "Well, its either natural chiropractics or I'm in trouble tomorrow." I smiled as I lay there looking up at the big'Ol sky... are you seriously hurt... NO.  This old grey mare may not be what she used to be but... I can still land right. Don't fight it if you're going down and while your at it think of a really good come back line when you KNOW you've earned some points but the old man thinks you're slacking. I wish I would have thought, "I'm ordering a pizza... what doz it look like?" 

Mr. Sir's version of what happened - 

Welp, turns out this mornings chore debacle in the dumping snow went something like, did you give the goats hay hun? Nope I forgot. How about the chickens? Uhhh, nope I forgot that too but I fed the buns and took some nice pictures. So this afternoons chores unfolded to the quite loud blahhhing of the Prince as I was taking care of the sheep and chickens I spot Kat coming in from the back with the dog and the camera. I let the little guy out of his special treats place and checked the hay... nuthin'... Climb the ladder, dump hay come out and muttering (probably pretty loudly 'cause it's in my genes)... "just take care of business first" to see Kat getting up out of the snow saying, just making a snow angel.... "Well not a very good one" was my reply... sorry about your sore neck sweetie...