Usually when I daydream about my birthday celebrations, I envision sun and sandy beaches, or at the very least, doing something in the warm indoors. This year Adam suggested we embrace the winter weather and go skiing just outside of Pittsburgh. It was an adventure. Yes, I may have cried just little when I got to the top of the first slope and looked down at certain death-by-face-to-tree, but I made it through my second ever attempt at skiing without breaking anything or bringing anyone down with me on one of my many tumbles. I feel like a stronger person having survived my 31st birthday, even though I did it with just as much grace as my stunt double shown here in the bottom of this photo. [Ashley takes a bow]. Ps – You apparently don’t want to ride a ski lift with me 
