Does telling the morons who live below us and smoke pot and/or cigarettes all day and night to get jobs count as loving my neighbor?
I feel like an argument could be made that I’m helping them in the long run …
In the midst of someone great
I just ran into a saint … you know, one of those people who brushes their teeth and flosses after eating lunch.
Wow.
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Another kitchen oops
Turns out cookies taste a bit er, different, when you halve the butter, sugar, and flour in your recipe but not the salt, eggs, and baking powder.
Oops.
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Negotiations
Anybody out there have tips on how to convince your husband to go to an opera?
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Mike and Courtney’s trip to Breckenridge
This past weekend, Mike and I went for an adventure and ended up in Breckenridge, Colo.
Saturday night we splurged and had martinis and walnut-covered brie and lobster tail and elk steak.
And then we slept in the back of Mike’s car. (That was the part where we didn’t splurge.)
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Worst powder day ever!
So the other day, in response to the weatherman’s (pathetic) attempt at snowfall prediction, Mike, another friend, and I headed up to Rocky Mountain National Park to do a bit of backcountry skiing.
The park had easily gotten two feet of fresh snow. Perfect skiing conditions!
Unfortunately, none of the roads had been plowed for us to get to any skiing.
After skinning along a road for three hours for a measly 50 feet of vertical drop, Mike officially declared the ski adventure the worst powder day ever!