Wet Socks

Ah life. School. Work. Fix my house. 3-4 hours of sleep a night. Things are going well though. (Except that I forgot to record the Olympics tonight). I finally decided hire someone to do the stuff I don't know how to do or want to take the time to learn, a month after I moved in. Typical guy right? Well, it goes on.

So I went skiing with my family at Alta on Monday, it was the first time we had all skied together in a long time but we were sans Jeff and Kristin (I thought about them as I got my faceshots).

While we were there my brothers started talking about the mishaps they've had while skiing with their amazingly small bladders. Here's my favorite one.

My youngest brother Spencer borrowed some socks from my sister Caroline to wear skiing a little while back. Towards the end of the day his bladder kicked in and much to his shagrin he couldn't hold it back. His pants and socks, well, they went for a swim. As a result, he had a dilemma. Those weren't his socks. They were soaked in his pee. He had to give them back to Caroline. Now most people would think of the following options. Put them in the washing machine. Wash them in the sink. Throw them away and get her some new ones. Luckily for my entertainment value he didn't do any of those.

Due to his recently discovered body odor needs he had a can of Axe body spray handy. His idea: Spray his still wet, pee soaked socks with Axe and give them back to Caroline. Who could tell the difference? I mean, socks get soaked in sweat when you ski. They don't exactly smell savory after. That was Caroline's initial thought when Spencer handed her the wet, bi-odored socks. Suddenly, the pungent smell caught her attention and the game was up. Needless to say she wasn't too happy but I got a good laugh out of it.