Truly I am not trying to brag (well, maybe a little bit) and you are more than welcome to submit your own "best boyfriend, husband, significant other" stories, but this is why my boyfriend rocks.
He built me an Elizabeth size jump at THE hot jumping spot for 2008. That's right, I have my VERY own jump at a special undisclosed location ( Undisclosed because it's THAT hot) and I get to name it. Something cool like, "mega super extreme sick jump", or "widow maker" or...or..."death". Ooh, I can call my jump "death". Whoa. (My boyfriend suggested something along the lines of "pimple" or "is that a jump or just a mound of dirt made by a wandering gopher".) Ha, ha. He's funny. Sometimes.
Anyway, this weekend I'm going to go check out my jump, and maybe catch some sick air, yo. I'll keep you posted.
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