So I got another pair of bros, soft ones this time (they're supposed to be blems but I can't tell what's wrong with them).
And a good friend of the family, an Austrian guy who was kind enough to put us up at both his Vienna home and his Salzburg farm when we were there, is having a big birthday.
Well this guy is a big skier and we've been trying to get him to come out to utah with us, and he also has bucks and we couldn't think of what to get him.
Well the bros came and it all seemed to make sense, I'd give up the skis, he'd be reppin' a cool USA product in Austria, and he'd have to come ski with us and bring the bros, and besides I already have a pair.
But then...just now...I opened the package. They are beautiful and I want them. No way do I want to send these babies to some frickin' schmoe across the pond. Besides, he's rich, he can buy his own damn skis, am I right?
But my wife thinks we're sending them. In fact it was her bugging me to open the package to see what the blem problem was before we shipped them that got me to open the package in the first place.
I want to keep these guys but I need something to tell her. Help a brother out?
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