This was a flawed plan, or at the very least a plan that required some consideration. Ten years into our marriage, I’ve learned to push back using Fact Not Feeling. “I thought we were in a period of post-Christmas austerity. Didn’t you say we needed to get our burn rate back under control, build up the 529s, maybe pay down some of our mortgage …” “Yes, but the place is free.” “Four days at Squaw equals sixteen lift tickets.” I don’t like being the family comptroller, but apparently it’s a job that must be done. “So are we just not going to ski, ever?”
