I'm Feelin 22

Ohmygaaaaawd I think I am dead.
We were out last night partying too hard. On a Tuesday for crying out loud.
It was Vicky's birthday in England and her last day being 21 in America and we went downtown to drink and dance and shoot pool.  It was fabulous.
But we should only have been shooting pool, and not vodka.
And definitely should have stopped ordering beer.

At some point that Taylor Swift song came on and it was so appropriate.
I can't believe my best friend is 22, and that I will be 25 in about a week.
It is so surreal.
And I am so glad that she is here to celebrate. We have never celebrated our birthdays together before, so this is quite magical!
We are going out again tonight for her American birthday, and then to Vegas tomorrow for a joint party.  My liver is already trying to curl up and die!

Happy Birthday Torie!
May Number 22 be a dazzling year for you.

Absentia

We had a marvelous time camping in the High Uintas last weekend, and we leave for Las Vegas in two days!!
Everything is nutso and I'm running around like a headless chicken.
We are having the BEST time with my best friend.

Absurd photos and stories to come . . . if you want to see them. 

Yes, that is me walking alongside a giant dam carrying a floaty dragon.

In the beginnings of a rainstorm.

Time Fail

Somehow my desk clock was set to a different time zone. I was packing up to go home and then checked my cell and realized . . . I still have to spend 2 more hours at the office.

It felt like this.

Home

I just spent an hour writing a glorious post.

I was really proud of it for once.  It was funny and heartwarming and the writing was decent.

And then f*cking Blogger deleted it.

And I don't have the time or patience to re-write it.  Uuuururrurhhgh

So here are some photos of our home.  Which we are now living in.

We are in love with it.

Housewarming gifts (fancy hose not pictured) from my sweet parents.

My view every morning.