Marilyn Monroe in Whistler Blackcomb: skiing, zipping, indulging

My husband wants me to be Marilyn Monroe. No, not for the obvious reason — I’m already blonde and, well, sort of voluptuous. It’s the attitude he’s after. “Ever notice that ‘what the hell’ is always the right decision?” the legendary Monroe is quoted as once saying. And so my husband Kent hopes I’ll copContinue reading “Marilyn Monroe in Whistler Blackcomb: skiing, zipping, indulging”