Went snow tubing for the first time at Ward Hill, of course.

My first run was terrifying — lost control of the tube and ended up going down backwards, which scared the shit out of me and for some reason reactivated my old fear of heights.  I hate hurtling down a hill and feeling completely out of control.  It’s clearly the lack of control, too…not speed, fear of injury, or even the height really.  It’s not like Ward Hill is all that high, fer Chrissakes…

However, I recovered, and we ended up having a good time. 

Right now, I’m getting warm, watching the Barrett-Jackson collectible car auction, and fantasy bidding in an attempt to win an iPod Touch.  Simple pleasures.  Currently, I’ve got a bid of $190,000 bucks in on a 1966 Shelby Mustang GT500 — all original with heavy provenance (documentation, for the uninitiated among you). 

I wish.  But like I said, simple pleasures…