Kelly and the girls went all in (or all out) for my birthday. There was a big sign on the door when I got home, Kelly made homemade tacos- in one of the cruel ironies of the world, she hates making them and I love eating them, and as seen above (maybe, I’m having troubs with the pics) they made brownies- note the broken and/or leaning candles. There is promise of a cake for the weekend as well. I gotta say it was awfully nice to come home to!
My personal awesomeness of the day ocurred on the lunch ride when I got nailed by a thunderstorm. This may not sound superific, but it was an east coast style warm rain, which we never get and while I wouldn’t want to do it everyday, it felt pretty good, like a little breath of life in otherwise mundane 9-5 (or 7:30-5:30, as the case may be). I probably won’t let you in on the awesomeness everyday because I don’t want someone calling the fuzz when I skinny dip in the Provo river or jay walk or something. PS- I put the skinny in skinny dip, baby.
My personal gift to myself will be finally tagging the Alpine Loop. This will probably be the latest I have gotten up there since we moved here, which is sad. Gotta rectify that situation. I’m skipping the state teet in favor of house projects, or to put it another way I’D RATHER WATCH PAINT DRY THAN RIDE A TT. Not really, I am mildly amused by TT’s, but schtuff has to get done.