This is me pretending to be a “sk8ter boi”, but not really though. My husband and I actually had a bet (that hasn’t been acted on yet) that I could (my thought process) do an ollie. I mean it can’t be that hard to get a board a few inches off the ground right?! Not to play it down for any of you that do possess that skill, I do realize an ollie is much more difficult than it looks. He bet I could not, my daughter actually sided with him for once and also bet that I would end up in the ER in a body cast. Knowing my klutziness from this post, not to mention my falling down our split level stairs and tripping over a lamp cord twice just last week alone, it’s probably a good idea I never acted on the aforementioned bet. I like to think my optimism is from an amazing mother who always told me I could do anything I set my mind to. I guess I will have to settle for playing in the bowl (that’s what it’s called right?!) in midi dresses and amazing oxblood booties!